From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - December 25, 1919

From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - December 25, 1919

+ Jesus                                                                      Carmel

                                                                            25th December 1919


Darling little sister

I was the one to write you a long letter before Advent. Were you pleased with your Céline? Now the little fast is over once more and we can be reunited. One day it will be once and for all and for always.

While we are still able, let us suffer for God. Oh, let us not dwell upon our sorrow. He does us an immense honour by deigning to need us and by allowing us to assist Him. Even if we happen not to be repaid, our joy is reward enough, or at least, it should be, because we ought to be the ones paying for this grace, not Him.

As a small Christmas gift, Our Mother gave me a present that pleased me in every way: a young Sister had spilt wax on a pretty silk cloth that we were using on the Bl. Virgin’s altar for the second time. It was beyond repair. We tried to remove the stain with an iron but it grew bigger, so we sent it (the cloth) to a friend of the monastery, and she embroidered a superb design over it using gold thread. You see, the stain was right in the middle of the cloth, at the front. And when I came back from Midnight Mass, I found, on the mattress, the transformed cloth and this pretty poem:

Voilà ce que fait le Sauveur                                            This is the Lord’s work of art

Ici-bas, pour l'humble de coeur.                                    Here below, for the humble of heart.

Il cache, il dore sa misère,                                                           He hides His poverty, makes it shine,

Même aux yeux de son divin Père...                    Even in the eyes of His Father divine.

A voir Jésus sous un tel jour,                                            Seeing Jesus in such a light,

Comment ne pas vivre d'amour.                                      Living on love becomes a delight.

I’ll leave you to meditate on this, darling little sister. I felt it corresponded so well to the prayer I had said to Jesus during Midnight Mass that it made me weep. I wouldn’t have been more pleased if He had spoken to me Himself.

Jeanne came today with little Solange, who took her 1st Communion this morning. She had prepared for it well. Speaking of Jeanne, you’ll be interested to know that when she last came to visit, she asked for our forgiveness even more explicitly than the other times. She said, “I was the one who urged Francis on, inciting him. I’m the guilty one. I do believe I was being led by the devil.” Then she asked us never to reveal any of this to anyone, adding, “We would be disgraced.” As you can see, we’ve nothing more to worry about on that side of things.

I will leave you, darling little sister, by sending you all my love. I wish you a happy New Year.

Your little sister

Sr Geneviève of the Holy Face u.c.n.