The musings and meandering thoughts of a crotchety old man as he observes life in the world and in a small, rural town in South East Nebraska. My Pledge-Nulla dies sine linea-Not a day with out a line.
Thursday, 28 March 2019
Consoling thoughts from Father Faber.
There is something in diverting ourselves from ourselves when we are in grief, which has a peculiar effect of enlarging the heart and swelling the dimensions of the whole character, and something also so particularly pleasing to God that, when it is done from a supernatural motive and in imitation of our Lord, He seems to recompense it instantly by the most magnificent graces.
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