The Golden Fountain: or, The Soul's Love for God. Being some Thoughts and; Confessions of One of His LoversStaveley, Lilian
Religion
The Golden Fountain: or, The Soul's Love for God. Being some Thoughts and; Confessions of One of His Lovers
Staveley, Lilian
Mysticism
the soul, known to most persons under the name of prayer. And as
the lover, to sing to Him with never-failing joyful love and thanks.
But the learning and work of the soul is not so simple as that of the
dog, who carries the message in writing upon his collar. The soul
can have no written paper to assist her, and long and painful is her
training; and exquisitely sweet it is when, having swiftly and
accurately taken the message, she waits before Him for the rapture
of those caresses that she knows so well.
How I was spurred! For I said, "Shall dogs outdo us in love and
devotion?" Only in a condition of total submission, self-forgetfulness,
self-abnegation, can the soul either receive or deliver her
message. In this way she is justified of the joys of her election.
The dog, faithful in all ways to his master, receives in return all
praise and all meats, whatever he desires. The faithful soul also
receives all praise and all meats, both spiritual and carnal, for
nothing of earthly needs will lack her _if she asks_; and without
asking, her needs are mysteriously and completely given her. Her
spiritual meats are, in this world, peace, joy, ecstasy, rapture; and of
the world to come it is written that eye hath not seen, nor ear heard,
neither have entered into the heart of man, the things that God has
prepared for them that love Him.
It might be supposed that only persons filled with public charities
and social improvements, ardent and painstaking church workers,
might most surely and easily learn to be messengers. But all these
persons pursue and follow their own line of thought, the promptings
of their own minds and hearts. They are admirable workers, but not
messengers. For the hound of God must have in his heart no plan of
his own. It is hard for the heart to say, "I have no wishes of my own;
I have no interests, no plans, no ambitions, no schemes, no desires,
no loves, no will. Thy will is my will. Thy desire is my desire. Thy
love is my all. I am empty of all things, that I may be a channel for
the stream of Thy will."
With what patience, what tenderness, what inexpressible
endearments He helps the soul, training her by love!--which is not to
say that she is trained without much suffering of the creature. So we
are trained by two opposite ways--by suffering and by joys; and the
whole under an attitude of passionate and devoted attention on our
part. The sufferings of the soul baffle all description with their
strange intensities.
Our encouragements are great and extraordinary sweetnesses,
urgings, and joyful uplifting of the spirit. So that when we would
stop, we are pressed forward; when we are exhausted, we are filled
with the wine of sweetness; when we are in tears, we are embraced
into the Holy Spirit.
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