26 March 2019
Consoling thoughts from Father Faber.
Sorrow always rush upon a sorrowful man like cowardly beasts, who dare not attack their prey till it is wounded. So we had more to bear then, when we had less strength to bear it. It was a vexatious lesson, learned in dread and insecurity, fruitful of annoyance and tears. But for the time it was learned; and if the remembrance now is all blotted and blurred by the tiresome genial sins which disfigure it all over, nevertheless, self-distrust was deepened; we got near to God; we had grown in the inner man; we were more real, because we were more interior; and we were conscious of additional power, because grace was more at home in us.
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