Before the Most Holy = $b (Coram Sanctissimo)Mary Loyola, Mother
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Before the Most Holy = $b (Coram Sanctissimo)
Mary Loyola, Mother
Lord's Supper -- Prayers and devotions -- English; Meditations
O Lord of the vineyard, Whose love and trust are shown in this, that
You have called me to labour for what is dearer to You than Your very
life--how have I justified Your trust? Do not punish my slothfulness
by making over to another’s more earnest toil what has been given into
my care. But rather stand by and help me to work according to Your
will, that nothing may perish or suffer loss through fault of mine.
Help me to watch vigilantly the little plot committed to me; to cast
out carefully all noxious weeds; to dig, to prune, to bind up and
strengthen what is weak; “in solicitude not slothful, in spirit fervent
serving the Lord”.[91] Then shall my vineyard flourish and bring forth
fruit to Your glory in due season.
[86] Ecclus. xvii.
[87] Matt. xx.
[88] Cant. vii.
[89] Prov. xxiv.
[90] Cant. i.
[91] Rom. xii.
XXX.
WHERE WE ARE TRUE.
Thou sayest, I am rich, and made wealthy, and have need of nothing:
and knowest not, that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and
blind, and naked.--_Apoc._ iii. 17.
It seems to me, dear Lord, that You can hardly reproach me with this. I
know but too well how deficient I am in humility; how I fire up at even
a hint implying blame, suspicion, mistrust; how reluctantly I own to
those about me that I am in the wrong.
But alone with You, my inward witness, it is otherwise. There is no
difficulty, no reluctance here. Once in the Presence Chamber, the
curtain dropped behind me, the gaze of creatures turned aside, I am
myself, _and true_, without disguise, feint, tricking out of any
sort. I do not trim my speech, or tone down my “Peccavi,” “to make
excuses in sins”.[92] I conceal neither my failings nor my needs. With
the privilege of the creature in presence of the Creator, I lie on my
face before You just as I am, for Your eye to see, Your ear to hearken
to, Your Heart to pity and to bless.
How could there be pretence with You or affectation? I know and feel
that “Thy eyes are upon me,”[93] “beholding the good and the evil”;[94]
that “God Who seeth all”[95] “is the weigher of spirits”.[96] Before
that all-seeing Eye self-delusion, conceit, untruthfulness in every
shape must melt away.
I cannot indeed know my nothingness and sinfulness as they are known
to You. I do not fathom one of the thousand motives I have for
self-abasement in Your sight. But I think my self-knowledge as far
as it goes is true. I am ready to see with You that I am wretched
and miserable and poor and blind and naked. I know and feel with the
most intimate conviction that in my soul are the seeds of every evil
passion; that they will choke the good seed and ruin me unless Your
power represses them; that unless Your Almighty hand checks the weight
of temptation, my enemy must prevail over me; that it is owing to Your
goodness I have not been tempted as others; that of myself I am nothing
but weakness and misery and sin.
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