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From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - December 26, 1910

From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - December 26, 1910

+ Jesus 26th December 1910

Darling little Léonie,

I haven’t written since you testified. If only you knew how much I’ve thought and prayed for you! Now all four of us are in the clear and we can assume that we have fulfilled our task. We would have nothing left to do but fly away to heaven if suffering wasn’t necessary in order to assure the success of our good deed. The devil is furious and is showing it in hundreds of ways.

Speaking of Satan, Fr Flamérion S.J., whom I’ve already mentioned to you I think, and who has replaced Fr de Haza as exorcist, has written us a most interesting letter. Some of the details cheered me so much that they have marked my soul forever, so I want to share them with you.

The devil had been extolling the virtue of self-surrender: “Everything in your nature rejects the light,” he said, “but if you surrender yourself, you’ll have light!”

And simultaneously talking about humility, he said, “You must become nothing. Nothing!! If you annihilate yourself, you won’t risk harbouring illusions. Christ Himself gives what He requires: by giving Love, He gives truth.”

And when the exorcist asked him how he should interpret the word ‘Love’: “By hating me!” replied the devil.

“No doubt, but what else?”

“Through self-hatred!”

“What is this self-hatred, then?”

“Self-annihilation!”

“Yes, in the destructive sense, but what about in the positive sense?”

“Ah, nothing positive can come from you! It’s Christ who then descends to you, lives in you, and breathes in you!”

Then, speaking about Thérèse, the devil said, “Ah, she reached the level of supreme idiocy!”

“What do you mean by ‘supreme idiocy’?”

“She was little!”

The same day, treating another possessed person, the demon was enjoined to say once more what, in his opinion, it meant to be an idiot:

“It’s loving the Cross, and being in favour of the Cross!”

“Tell me what loving the Cross means.”

“It means forgetting oneself, and living in humiliation. It means self-annihilation, becoming little, becoming nothing.”

That, darling little sister, is my spiritual bouquet for the New Year. I meditate on these words time and time again as they correspond so well to Thérèse’s doctrine. (All this is to be kept between us. The priest told us these things in confidence.)

There are so many other things to say, but read in my heart what Jesus put there for you . . . There’s an indescribable affection.

Your little Céline

Sr Geneviève of St Teresa

u.c.n. 

In your casket, you have a scrap of tunic and a scrap of dress, because, having touched her bones, they were what were most precious.

written by Marie of the S. Heart:

Concerning the casket, I thought it so pretty that I couldn’t stop missing it. I therefore thought to myself that if it had been a pretty little piece of varnished wood, with a brand new nail in it from the shop, I immediately decided it would be very ugly and that the box would have lost its artistic charm. So doing this work made me think of what God will do for our souls, which are disfigured through sin. His goodness will be like gold rings, and His mercy will envelop us in such a way that our scars will be visible. Yes, the greatest sinner on earth who reconciles himself with God through humility will see his faults not only serve his own glory, but also command respect for the Lord’s wounds. God is undoubtedly free to erase a whole lifetime of sins, but personally, I would prefer to contemplate mine. As I committed them, I’m keeping them! To compare gold and diamond with poor wood, a rusty nail and rags of clothing would highlight an opposition. This opposition is too precious for me to give it up. Ah, my Léonie, how beautiful heaven will be! And how beautiful everything on earth already is for the humble of heart, for he sees all things turn to his advantage! The other day, when I could see this very clearly, I couldn’t help but weep.

My best wishes to your Mothers, to whom I send my love and kisses.