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.
13 May 2019
Consoling Thoughts From Father Faber
Why did God permit the dolours of His Mother, whom He loved so unspeakably, who was sinless and had nothing in herself to expiate by penance, and whose tears were in no way needful to the Precious Blood, which was of its sole self the redemption of the world ? . . . It was because of His love for her. What can love give which is better than self? But, with Him, self was suffering. Even in the matter of earthly greatness, high destinies are destinies of glorious pain and more than common trial.
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