Charles Williams : The New Christian Year

The Feast of All Saints (November 1st, 2007)

It is the feast-day of all those who loved Jesus Christ, who gave Him their souls and their blood for pure Love, who were without pride, without confidence in themselves, and who, because of that, shine with the greatest imaginable splendour.

Léon Bloy: Letters to his Fiancée.

Oh, the dignity, the DIGNITY of mediocre souls!  I have known it for a long time, this sinister mockery of my Saviour crucified!

Léon Bloy: Letters to his Fiancée.

5th Tuesday after Trinity

Consider that Jesus suffered in His heart with all the knowledge of a God, and that in His heart there was every human heart and every form of suffering from Adam until the consummation of the world.
   Ah yes, to suffer for others can be a great joy if one has a generous soul, but to suffer in others is to really suffer!

Léon Bloy: Letters to his Fiancée.

2nd Wednesday after Trinity

You do not know who you are, nor do you know whom you love, and above all you have no idea what Our Lord is going to ask of you.

Léon Bloy: Letters to his Fiancée.

Whitsun-Week Friday

[Of the Cross] This Sign of sorrow and ignominy is the most expressive image of the Holy Ghost.

Léon Bloy: Letters to his Fiancée.

Let us love each other in the way that God wishes and let us not be frightened of the Love which is the very name of the Holy Ghost, and let us thus courageously await the will of Him Who made us for His glory.

Léon Bloy: Letters to his Fiancée.

6th Wednesday in Lent

I asked Him to let me suffer for my friends and for Him both in body and soul.  But I had envisaged noble and pure suffering which, as I now see, would only have been another form of joy.  I had never dreamed of this infernal suffering that He has sent me and has consisted in His seeming withdrawal from me and leaving me defenseless in the midst of my cruellest enemies.

Léon Bloy: Letters to his Fiancée.

How could we know what God wants to do with us when we cannot even know what we are nor who we are?

Léon Bloy: Letters to his Fiancée.

Love does not make you weak because it is the source of all true strength, but it makes you see the nothingness of the illusory strength on which you depended before you knew it.

Léon Bloy: Letters to his Fiancée.