Quote of the day: 31 January

Sunday, 31 January [1897]

My dearest Sister in Our Lord,

The goodness that God has shown me is very touching, and the goodness that He has imparted to you is working deep in my soul, comforted by the attention that your charity inspires in me—I feel myself becoming better each time I experience a little of the piety that you experience in Carmel—and I would like to love Jesus as you love Him there—You had it in your heart, Sister, when you were composing that hymn of love that you so kindly sent me [NP 17, Vivre d’Amour]. You’re inhaling a divine breath that makes you pure and strong. The evening of the day when I had the joy of receiving it, it was the object of a long and sweet meditation, together with my Director, who was so happy to know that my soul and my work were entrusted to your care.  Since then I have used it as a thanksgiving, the day before yesterday, today—I want to learn it fluently and use it as an ejaculatory prayer during the day, and at night when I wake up—I’ve put it in my New Testament, and since that holy book never leaves me, this hymn of love will always accompany me, to the ends of the earth.

I would like to be able to sing like you, my dear sister, to tell Jesus the feelings that your own feelings inspire in me—But He who is all good is only pleased with my rough and short prose. His most tender Heart doesn’t pay too much attention to the form and His Grace is always pouring down.

Oh, yes, Sister, “Let’s live in love.” It is the way to find happiness on earth—Without God, without his Love—it’s cold all around us—But as soon as a holy fervor enlivens our hearts, what serenity and sweetness there is in life—Indeed, it’s like resting on the stormy waves, it’s living the life of the Glorious King, the Delights of the Chosen Ones—to begin on earth the happiness of Heaven—Calvary then becomes Tabor and sorrow is no more—for, as the Holy One says: when we love, there is no more sorrow, or if there’s sorrow, it’s sorrow that we love.

I’m asking the Sacred Heart to give us this love that is ever greater, ever stronger, and ever more generous, and that through it He may so draw us to Himself that we may remain definitively and indissolubly attached to Him. You know then, Sister, that I must postpone my departure until October—yes, my superiors thought it better to wait; this disruption would have divided this year, which would at least have been troubled from the point of view of my studies. My Director here authorized me to leave—those over there prefer that I wait—But, next year! it will be the Novitiate, the preparation next and afterward—Onward, God, and Work.

When I baptize my first little black child, I will ask your Venerable Mother that you should be the godmother—for he will be yours, you will have drawn him to God more than I did. My dearest Sister, always pray to God for my conversion—may the Master make some progress in me—I am praying to Him often and very earnestly for you.

Forever in his Holy Heart, your miserable brother

M. Barthélemy-Bellière

p.s. I ask you to pray in particular for my exams that begin tomorrow, Monday and finish on the 14th.


Belliere- find a grave
Maurice Barthélemy-Bellière (1874-1907 | Credit: findagrave.com



The Missionaries of Africa (White Fathers) have published an outstanding brief biography of Abbé Maurice Bellière on their website. You can read it here.



Translation from the French text is the blogger’s own work product and may not be reproduced without permission.

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