29 January 2019

Consoling Thoughts From Father Faber

There is the truest, the heavenliest of all joys in sorrow, because it detaches from the world, and draws us with such quiet, persuasive, irresistible authority of God. The sunrise of grace within the soul is full of cloud, and doubt, and uncertain presages, even amid the flashings of beautiful light which are painting the troubled sky everywhere. But when the orb has mounted to the top of its noonday tower, all clouds will have melted away into the blue, no one knows how.

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