St. Clare is the little plant of St. Francis, as she called herself. A blog to my call to become a Poor Clare Colettine. If St. Clare was a "little plant", I am a scraggly weed.
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Friday, December 21, 2012
"The heavenly babe suffers and cries in the crib..."
heavenly babe suffers and cries in the crib so that for us suffering
would be sweet, meritorious and accepted. He deprives himself of
everything, in order that we may learn from him the renunciation of
worldly goods and comforts. He is satisfied with humble and poor
adorers, to encourage us to love poverty, and to prefer the company of
the little and simple rather than the great ones of the world.
celestial child, all meekness and sweetness, wishes to impress in our
hearts by his example these sublime virtues, so that from a world that
is torn and devastated an era of peace and love may spring forth. Even
from the moment of his birth he reveals to us our mission, which is to
scorn that which the world loves and seeks.
Oh let us prostrate
ourselves before the manger, and along with the great St. Jerome, who
was enflamed with the love of the infant Jesus, let us offer him all our
hearts without reserve. Let us promise to follow the precepts which
come to us from the grotto of Bethlehem, which teach us that everything
here below is vanity of vanities, nothing but vanity."