How Happy the really Humble Man is even Here Below.

How Happy the really Humble Man is even Here Below.


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.

How Happy the really Humble Man is even Here Below.

Our Lord has promised peace and happiness to humble souls. “Learn of Me,” He says, “because I am meek and humble of heart, and you shall find rest to your souls” (Matt. xi. 29); and He keeps His word to all who strive to be really humble. The humble man is always content and tranquil; he receives trials with meekness, believing that he deserves them; he sees the privileges possessed by others without feeling any vexation, esteeming that the last place is good enough for him. Words which touch his reputation do not affect him: if he is spoken well of, he pities the men who are deceived about him; and if he is spoken evil of, he is content that others should think of him as he thinks of himself. Being thus freed from the anxieties which human judgments cause others to feel, he is immovable like a rock in the midst of the waves of opinion which ebb and flow around him: he does not trouble himself any more about them than about the wind which blows, and goes on occupying himself in well-doing, and the What will they say? he treads under foot and does not give it a thought. To do well and let what will be said, is his motto, not from a sentiment of proud contempt which raises itself above what is said by man, but from a sentiment of true humility. “I am nothing,” he says; nothingness is not offended at anything, nothingness does not pretend to anything, nothingness is not troubled at anything, nothingness does not attach itself to anything;” and filled with these humble sentiments, he enjoys God alone in all things. God only suffices him, and he is happy. God alone is all in all to him, and he cannot conceive that it is possible to desire anything else when we possess Him.


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.


September Devotion: The Holy Cross

Virtues to practice: Piety, fervor in the performance of sacred duties, the spirit of prayer

O Mary, most holy Virgin and Queen of Martyrs, accept the sincere homage of my filial affection. Into thy heart, pierced by so many swords, do thou welcome my poor soul. Receive it as the companion of thy sorrows at the foot of the Cross, on which Jesus died for the redemption of the world. With thee, O sorrowful Virgin, I will gladly suffer all the trials, contradictions, and infirmities which it shall please our Lord to send me. I offer them all to thee in memory of thy sorrows, so that every thought of my mind, and every beat of my heart may be an act of compassion and of love for thee. And do thou, sweet Mother, have pity on me, reconcile me to thy divine Son Jesus, keep me in His grace and assist me in my last agony, so that I may be able to meet thee in heaven and sing thy glories. Amen.

An indulgence of 500 days (taken from The Raccolta (c)1957).

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