LT 94 - To Céline - July 14, 1889

LT 94    From Thérèse to Céline.

July 14, 1889


Jesus +

Carmel, July 14,'89

My dear Céline,

My soul doesn't leave you ... it suffers exile with you!. . . Oh! how hard it is to live, to remain on this earth of bitterness and an­guish .... But, tomorrow ... in an hour, we shall be at port, what joy! Ah, what a good it will be to contemplate Jesus face to face all through the whole of eternity! Always, always more love, always more intoxicating joys ... a happiness without clouds. . . .

What has Jesus done, then, to detach our souls from all that is created? Ah, He has struck a big blow . . . but it is a blow of love. God is admirable, but He is especially lovable; let us love Him, then ... let us love Him enough to suffer for Him all that He wills, even spiritual pains, aridities, anxieties, apparent cold­ness .... Ah, here is great love, to love Jesus without feeling the sweetness of this love . . . this is martyrdom .... Well, then, let us die as martyrs. Oh! Céline . . . sweet echo of my soul, do you un­derstand? . . . Unknown martyrdom, known to God alone, which the eye of the creature cannot discover, a martyrdom without honor, without triumph .... That is love pushed to the point of heroism .... But, one day, a grateful God will cry out: "Now, my turn." Oh, what will we see then?. . . What is this life which will no more have an end?. . . God will be the soul of our soul . . . un­fathomable mystery .... The eye of man has not seen the un­created light, his ear has not heard the incomparable harmonies, and his heart cannot have any idea of what God reserves for those whom He loves. And all this will come soon, yes, soon. Let us hurry to fashion our crown; let us stretch forth our hand to seize the palm. And if we love much, if we love Jesus with a passion, He will not be so cruel as to leave us for a long time on this earth of exile .... Céline, during the short moments that remain to us let us not lose our time ... let us save souls . . . souls are being lost like flakes of snow, and Jesus weeps, and we ... we are thinking of our sorrow without consoling our Fiancé .... Oh, Céline, let us live for Souls ... let us be apostles ... let us save especially the souls of priests; these souls should be more transparent than crys­tal ... . Alas, how many bad priests, priests who are not holy enough .... Let us pray, let us suffer for them, and, on the last day, Jesus will be grateful. We shall give Him souls! .

Céline, do you understand the cry of my soul?. . . Togeth­er .... Together, always, Céline and Thérèse of the Child Jesus of the Holy Face


Sister Marie of the Sacred Heart cannot write you because the letter would weigh too much.

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