The Comparison between our Life and that of the Saints is deeply Humiliating for us.

The Comparison between our Life and that of the Saints is deeply Humiliating for us.


My God, I firmly believe that Thou art here present. I acknowledge that on account of my many sins I am utterly unworthy to appear before Thy sacred countenance. Yet, confiding in Thy infinite goodness and mercy, I venture to address Thee, to call upon Thy holy name, and meditate upon Thy commandments, in order that I may acquire a better knowledge of Thy holy will, and accomplish it with more fidelity. Wherefore enlighten my understanding that I may perceive what I ought to do or leave undone for the promotion of Thy glory and my own salvation; at the same time excite my will, that I may repent with my whole heart of my past sins, and resolve for the future to do all that Thou requirest of me. Grant me above all to know Jesus, my divine Teacher and Guide, more clearly, that I may love Him more dearly, and consequently labor, struggle and suffer with greater generosity and self-sacrifice in imitation of His example. Holy Mary, Mother of God and my Mother, show Jesus to me now, and let me study thy divine Son to the salvation of my soul. Holy Guardian Angel, keep far from me all distracting thoughts; my patron saint, come to my assistance. Amen.

The Comparison between our Life and that of the Saints is deeply Humiliating for us.

Where indeed are to be found in us the virtues and the sentiments of the saints? Where is the humility of a St. Dominic, who delighted in contempt as being the most delicious thing in the world; who, when he was about to enter the gates of a town, fell on his knees, and with tears in his eyes besought Heaven not to make thunder and lightning fall upon the walls which were about to receive so great a sinner? Where is the lively faith of a St. Gregory, which transported mountains? Where is the spirit of prayer of a St. Antony, who, finding the long nights of winter too short, complained that the sun by its light distracted him in his holy intercourse with God? Where is the spirit of mortification of a St. Catherine of Siena, who wept over the necessity of granting some small solace to her body? Where is the passion of St. Teresa for the cross, that saint who could not bear to live without suffering? Where is the love of St. Vincent Ferrer for Jesus crucified, the love which made him melt into tears on hearing three sentences read of the Passion? If such are the virtues of the saints, where are ours? Let us make the comparison before God, who will judge us. St. Antony, after conversing one day with St. Paul the hermit, came back with his eyes cast on the ground, sobs in his heart, and confusion on his face, proclaiming that he did not deserve to be called a religious, and that he must change his life. What ought we then to do after contemplating so many saints so extraordinarily raised by grace and so deeply abased by humility? Let the sight at any rate make us recognize our poverty, humble and confound us, and make us begin a better life.


My God, I give Thee heartfelt thanks for all the graces and all the light Thou hast conferred on me during this meditation. Pardon me all the negligence and the distractions of which I have been guilty, and give me strength to carry out the resolutions that I have made. Fortify me, that from henceforth I may diligently practise this virtue . . . avoid this fault . . . perform this action . . . to Thy honor. Help me to do this, sweet Virgin Mary; and if I ever forget my good resolutions, I entreat my Angel Guardian to recall them to my memory. Amen.


August Devotion: The Most Pure Heart of Mary

Virtue to practice: The sanctification of our actions, diligence, edification, fidelity in little things

O Heart of Mary, Mother of God, and our Mother; Heart most worthy of love, in which the adorable Trinity is ever well pleased, worthy of the veneration and love of all the angels and of all men; Heart most like to the Heart of Jesus, of which thou art the perfect image; Heart full of goodness, ever compassionate toward our miseries; deign to melt our icy hearts and grant that they may be wholly changed into the likeness of the Heart of Jesus, our divine Saviour. Pour into them the love of thy virtues, and kindle in them that divine fire with which thou thyself dost ever burn. In thee let Holy Church find a safe shelter; protect her and be her dearest refuge, her tower of strength, impregnable against every assault of her enemies. Be thou the way which leads to Jesus, and the channel, through which we receive all graces needful for our salvation. Be our refuge in time of trouble, our solace in the midst of trial, our strength against temptation, our haven in persecution, our present help in every danger, and especially at the hour of death, when all hell shall let loose against us its legions to snatch away our souls, at that dread moment, that hour so full of fear, whereon our eternity depends. Ah, then most tender virgin, make us to feel the sweetness of thy motherly heart, and the might of thy intercession with Jesus, and open to us a safe refuge in that very fountain of mercy whence we may come to praise Him with thee in paradise, world without end. Amen.

An indulgence of 7 years once on any day of the month; A plenary indulgence on the usual conditions, if this act of devotion is repeated daily for entire month (Apostolic Brief Dec. 21, 1901).

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