Patron Saints

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Flannery O’Connor

“I think there is no suffering greater than what is caused by the doubts of those who want to believe. I know what torment this is, but I can only see it, in myself anyway, as the process by which faith is deepened. A faith that just accepts is a child’s faith and all right for children, but eventually you have to grow religiously as every other way, though some never do. 

What people don’t realize is how much religion costs. They think faith is a big electric blanket, when of course it is the cross. It is much harder to believe than not to believe. If you feel you can’t believe, you must at least do this: keep an open mind. Keep it open toward faith, keep wanting it, keep asking for it, and leave the rest to God.”

!!!!!!-GMH-gmhGerard Manley Hopkins

“To seem the stranger seems my lot, my life

Among strangers”

 

 

 

 

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St. Thérèse of Liseux

“I have always wanted to become a saint. Unfortunately when I have compared myself with the saints, I have always found that there is the same difference between the saints and me as there is between a mountain whose summit is lost in the clouds and a humble grain of sand trodden underfoot by passersby. Instead of being discouraged, I told myself: God would not make me wish for something impossible and so, in spite of my littleness, I can aim at being a saint. It is impossible for me to grow bigger, so I put up with myself as I am, with all my countless faults. But I will look for some means of going to heaven by a little way which is very short and very straight, a little way that is quite new[…] It is your arms, Jesus, which are the lift to carry me to heaven, And so there is no need for me to grow up. In fact, just the opposite: I must stay little and become less and less.”

St. John of the Cross sculture by Magdeleine Weerts Our whole life is a prayer, a loving an adoring contemplation that nothing must interrupt -  Charles de Fouchauld

St. John of the Cross

Why, after wounding 
This heart, have You not healed it? 
And why, after stealing it, 
Have You thus abandoned it, 
And not carried away the stolen prey?
 
Quench my troubles, 
For no one else can soothe them; 
And let my eyes behold You, 
For You are their light, 
And I will keep them for You alone.

Reveal Your presence, 
And let the vision and Your beauty kill me, 
Behold the malady 
Of love is incurable 
Except in Your presence and before Your face.

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