O God of my soul, how we hasten to offend You and how You hasten even more to pardon us! What reason is there, Lord, for such deranged boldness? Could it be that we have already understood Your great mercy and have forgotten that Your justice is just? The sorrows of death surround me [Ps... Continue Reading →
At the foot of the cross, seeing its savior drink the bitter chalice to the very dregs, solely out of love for her, seeing him immolate himself for her sins, the soul dissolves with love for him
Approaching confession from the abyss of her misery, she casts off everything, desiring to preserve in herself only the image of God according to which she was created
We hear every day of many murders, lost reputations, insults, squandered fortunes, rivalries, quarrels, and of so many adulteries, rapes, and fornications.