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LT 149 - To Céline

20 (?) octobre 1893
 
J.M.J.T
 
Jésus
     

 
               

LT 149                 From Thérèse to Céline

October 20 (?), 1893 

J.M.J.T.

Jesus

Dear Céline,

I am entrusting Jesus with wishing my little Sister Marie of the Holy Face a happy feast for me... Jesus is the one who must be our divine link. He alone has the right to penetrate the sanctuary of His spouse's heart.... Oh, yes! He alone understands when nothing answers us. ... He alone arranges the events of our life of exile. It is He who offers us at times the bitter chalice. But we do not see Him, He is hiding. He veils His divine hand, and we can see only creatures. Then we suffer since the voice of our Beloved does not make itself heard and that of creatures seems to misunder­stand us.... Yes, the most bitter sorrow is that of not being understood.... But this sorrow will never be Céline's or Thérése's, never, for their eyes see higher than the earth, they are raised above what is created. The more Jesus hides Himself, the more, too, they feel that Jesus is close to them. With exquisite delicacy, He walks before them, throwing aside the stones on the road, removing the reptiles, and this is not all. He makes the voices of friends resound in our ears; these voices warn us not to walk with too much securi­ty.... And why? Is not Jesus the one who has traced out our route Himself? Is He not the one who enlightens us and reveals Himself to our souls?... Everything brings us to Jesus. The flowers grow­ing on the edge of the road do not captivate our hearts; we gaze on them, we love them, for they speak to us about Jesus, about His power, about His love, but our souls remain free. Why disturb our sweet peace in this way? Why fear the storm when the heavens are serene?... Oh, Céline! my dear Céline... it is not the precipices we must avoid, we are in the arms of Jesus. And if the voices of friends advise us to fear, it is our Beloved who wills it so, and why?... Ah! in His love He chooses for His spouses the same road He chose for Himself.... He wills that the purest joys be changed into suffer­ings so that not having, so to speak, even the time to breathe at ease, our heart may turn to Him who alone is our Sun and our joy....

The flowers by the roadside are the pure pleasures of life. There is no evil whatsoever in enjoying them, but Jesus is jealous of our souls, He desires that all pleasures be mingled with bitterness for us... And yet the flowers on the roadside lead to the Beloved, but they are a roundabout way, they are the plaque or mirror reflecting the Sun, but they are not the Sun itself.... I am not telling my dear Céline what I would like to tell her, I am explaining myself so poor­ly.... Perhaps she will understand without any explanations, Jesus is so skilled at delivering the messages of His poor Thérèse! ...

There is a passage in the Canticle of Canticles which suits perfectly poor little exiled Céline. Here it is: "What do you see in the spouse except choirs of music in an army camp?" Oh, yes. My Céline's life is really a field of battle.... Poor little dove, she sighs on the banks of the rivers of Babylon, and how could she sing the songs of the Lord in a foreign land? ... And nevertheless she must sing. Her life must be a melody (a choir of music). Jesus is the one who holds her captive, but He is at her side... Céline is the little lyre of Jesus. ... Is a concert complete when no one sings?. .. Since Jesus is playing, must not Céline sing!... When the tune is sad, then she will sing the song of the exile, and when the tune is joyful, her voice will make the strains of the homeland heard.... All that takes place, all the events of life, will be only distant sounds that will not fake the little lyre of Jesus vibrate. Jesus alone has the right to place His divine fingers on it, creatures are means, instruments, but it is the hand of Jesus that conducts everything. We must see Him alone in everything      I cannot think without delight of the dear little Cecilia; what a model for the little lyre of Jesus.

            In the midst of the world, plunged into the center of all dangers, at the moment of being united with a young pagan who longs only for profane love, seems to me that Cecilia would have had to tremble and to weep but, no, while hearing the sounds of the instruments that were celebrating her nuptials, Cecilia was singing in her heart. ...

What abandonment!... She was hearing no doubt other melodies besides those of earth, her divine Spouse was singing too, the angels were making resound in Cecilia's heart the sound of their celestial concerts.... They were singing as in years gone by at the cradle of Jesus: "Glory to God in the heavens and peace on earth to souls of good will. The glory of God! Oh, Cecilia divined that her divine Spouse thirsted for souls, and she desired already that of the young Roman, who was dreaming only of earthly glory. Soon she will make a martyr of him and multitudes will walk in his footsteps.... She does not fear, for the angels have sung: "Peace to souls of good will." She knows that Jesus is obliged to guard her, to protect her virginity, so what a reward!...

Yes, the chaste generation of virgin souls is beautiful. The Church sings of it often, and these words are still true today as in the time of the virgin Cecilia....

Oh, dear Céline, what pleasure Jesus has with His little lyre! He has so few of them in the world, allow Him to rest near you, do not grow tired of singing since Jesus never grows tired of playing…

One day, up above in the homeland, you will see the fruits of your works.... After having smiled at Jesus in the midst of tears, you will enjoy the rays of His divine Face, and He will still play on His little lyre. He will play throughout eternity new tunes which no one will be able to sing except Céline! ...

 

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