I Thirst
“Here thou hast no abiding city; and wherever thou shalt be, thou art a stranger and a pilgrim; nor wilt thou ever have rest, except thou be interiorly united with Christ.”
– Imitation of Christ, Bk. II. 1.
“Once you have carefully read this confutation of Brother Riccoldo, then you will learn for the first time how empty this religion is, how worthless, how lacking in substance; and how it has nothing of importance to say for our present day.”
– Bartholemaeus de Monte Arduo to Ferdinand II of Aragon
Ah! would to God that I could stand on a high mountain, surrounded by all the sinners in the world ! I would cry aloud, at the top of my voice: “Pray, pray, pray! you will not die in your sins; you will be forgiven; you will be saved, if you only pray!”
If we have followed the Prodigal Son in his sins, let us follow him now in his repentance. The Prodigal Son made up his mind to return to his father, no matter what it would cost. He was sorry for what he had done, and was determined to make reparation to the best of his power. No evil companion, no suggestion of the devil, could prevail upon him to stay any longer in a strange country — in a state of mortal sin. He was determined to make his confession to his father and obtain forgiveness.