LT 108 - To Céline

LT 108 From Thérèse to Céline.

July 18, 1890


Jesus +!.. .

Carmel, July 18, '90

Dear Céline,

If you only knew what your letter said to my soul! ... Ah! joy inundated my heart like a vast ocean!. . . Céline, you know all that I have to say to you since you are myself .... I'm sending you

a page which says much to my soul, and it seems to me your soul too, will be immersed in it ... .

Céline, it's such a long time ago . .. and already the soul of the prophet Isaiah was immersed, just as our own soul is, in the HID­DEN BEAUTIES of Jesus          Ah, Céline, when I read these

things, I wonder what time really is?. . . Time is only a mirage, a dream . . . already God sees us in glory. He takes delight in our eternal beatitude! Ah! what good this thought does my soul, and I understand now why He is not bargaining with us .... He feels that we understand Him, and He is treating us as His friends, as His dearest spouses ....

Céline, since Jesus was (alone in treading the wine) which He is giving us to drink, let us not refuse in our turn to wear clothing stained in blood ... let us tread for Jesus a new wine which may quench His thirst, which will return Him love for love. Ah, let us not keep back one drop of wine that we can offer Him .. . and, then, looking about, He will see that we are coming to help Him!... His face was as though hidden! . .. Céline, it is still hid­den today, for who understands the tears of Jesus?...

Dear Céline, let us make a little tabernacle in our heart where Jesus may take refuge, and then He will be consoled, and He will forget what we cannot forget: (the ingratitude of souls that aban­don Him in a deserted tabernacle!. . . )

(Open to me, my sister, my beloved, for my face is covered with dew, my locks with the drops of night) (cant, of cant.). That is what Jesus says to our soul when He is abandoned and forgot­ten!. . . Céline, forgetfulness, it seems to me that it's this which causes Him the greatest sorrow!. . .

Papa!. . . Ah, Céline, I cannot tell you all I am thinking, it would take too long, and how say things that the mind itself can hardly express, deep things that are in the innermost recesses of the soul!.. Jesus has sent us the best chosen Cross that He was able to find in His immense love . . . how can we complain when He Himself was looked upon as a man struck by God and humbled! . . . The

divine charm delights my soul and consoles it in a marvelous way, at each moment of the day! . . , Ah, the tears of Jesus, what smiles !...

Kiss everybody for me, and tell them all I would like to say ! I think very much about my dear Léonie, my dear little Visitandine. Tell Marie of the Blessed Sacrament that Jesus asks much love from her, He wants from her reparation for the cold­ness He receives, and her heart must be a furnace in which Jesus may warm Himself! . .. She must forget herself entirely in order to think only of Him ....

Céline, let us pray for priests, ah, pray for them. May our life be consecrated for them; Jesus makes me feel every day that He wills this from the both of us.



From the Prophet Isaiah (ch. 53).

"Who would believe what we have heard? To whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed? The Christ will grow up like a sapling before the Lord and like a shoot that comes from a parched soil. He is without beauty and without stately bearing; we have seen him; he had nothing that would attract our eyes and we despised him. He appeared to us as an object of scorn, the least of men, a man of sorrows, acquainted with suffering! .,. His face is as though hidden!. ., He seemed to be despicable, and we did not recognize him .... He truly took our infirmities upon himself, and he was burdened with our offenses. We looked upon him as a leper, as a man struck by God and humbled! ... And yet he was pierced for our iniquities, he was broken for our crimes. The chastisement which was to procure our peace fell upon him, and we were healed by his wounds."


Continuation of ch. 53

"Who is this that comes from Edom, in crimsoned garments from Bosra, this one arrayed in majesty, marching in the great­ness of his strength? ... 'It is I, I who announce vindication, I who am mighty to save.' Why is your apparel red, and your gar­ments like those of the one who tramples wine in the winepress? 'The winepress I have trodden alone, and of my people there was no one with me. I looked around me, and there was nobody to help me; I searched and I found no help! . .."'

"These who are clothed in white robes, who are they? and where do they come from? . . . 'These are they who have come out of the great tribulation and have washed their robes in the blood of the Lamb. Therefore, they are before the throne of God and serve him day and night...."'

"My beloved is a bundle of myrrh, he will rest on my heart! ... My beloved shines with the whiteness and beauty of his face, the hair on his head is like royal purple. My beloved is lovable, his face inspires love, and his bowed face urges me on to return love for love."

"I abandoned and forgot myself, Laying my face on my Beloved; All things ceased; I went out from myself, Leaving my cares

Forgotten among the lilies." (Fragment of a poem of Our Father, St. John of the Cross.)


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