Friday, January 28 : Blessed Charles de Foucauld

“Happy the man who… meditates on the Law day and night. He is like a tree planted near running water, that yields its fruit in due season” (Ps 1,1-3). O my God, you tell me how happy I shall be, happy with a true happiness, happy on the last day… and that, wretched though I be, I am a palm tree planted near running waters, waters running with your divine will, your divine love and grace… and that I shall yield my fruit in due season. Thus you deign to comfort me. It seems to me that I am without fruit, without any good works, and I say to myself: I was converted eleven years ago and what have I done? What comparison is there between the works accomplished by the saints and my own? I see myself with hands completely empty. But you deign to comfort me; you tell me: “You will bear fruit in your season”… What season is this? The season that comes to all of us is the hour of judgement. And you promise me that, if I persevere with good will and in the struggle, however small I see myself to be, I shall yield fruit at the final hour.

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