Ninth Sunday after
Thoughts for the Week
17th July 2016
The Word "Our Father" by St. Francis De Sales
I confess two things: One, that this gift and this great
benefit comes from Your infinite goodness and infinite love
that You have for me; the other, the word.
sits well on the lips of Your only Son, my Lord Jesus
Christ, Your Son by an eternal, consubstantial generation,
but on mine, I am a great sinner, it is unbecoming, it is
not appropriate, I do not deserve. However, since it pleases
You, I wholeheartedly call You Father.
This word confirms for me the immense love You bear me,
Lord. It also teaches me and I am also warned that I must
love You with all my heart. What ungrateful son can we find
in the world, having a good father, holy, sweet, glorious
and loving as You are, he does not like? So, Father,
that my heart is driven every other love, whether it is
inflamed, so that between you, Father, and I Your
child there is a continual mutual love.
Father excites me to ask You the things that are
necessary for me, as the father never refuses his child what
he sees to be necessary to him, provided he can give it to
him. I know, Father, that You can and want; You can
because You are all-powerful; You want because You are all
good. The needs do not fail me; I am wounded by many sins, I
need remedies. You, Father, You are the doctor who
heals every infirmity and heals every sickness
(Mt. 4). Have
on me, Lord, for I am weak;
heal me, for my bones are troubled (Ps. 6), and
I shall be healed. Lord, heal the soul, see how it goes
before you injured … wounds with pride, avarice, lust, etc.
and lovingly asks for health.
I was naked and stripped of clothing - virtues. Father,
dress of charity, so I can look at Your wedding;
the robe of obedience, that I obey Your commands and Your
laws; the dress of humility, that I may be pleasing to Your
eyes. Put on me rich garments - infused virtues; give me the
perfect faith, firm hope and ardent charity.
I ask You, then, O good Father, You deign to exercise
towards me fatherly offices. The father strikes his son when
he goes astray, so he corrects himself, because otherwise,
if he did not, he would do worse. Strike me, Lord, with
mercy. Burn and cut here, so You may forgive me in eternity.
after having corrected me for my follies with Your mercy,
deign to visit me with some spiritual consolation, caress
the soul by inner sweetness in it burn Your love. Oh! what
excites consolation in my soul this word:
not only comfort, but gladness and great joy. Oh! what is my
joy, what my glee with that sweet word,
ringing in my ears! Humiliated my soul, destroyed my bones
because of my many sins, recreate and take a new force
hearing this word:
What greater joy can I have that recollection that I have a
Father so good, He is goodness itself; so holy, He is
holiness itself; so wise, wisdom itself, and finally so
powerful, He can do all things in Heaven, on Earth and in
the depths. That the rich are happy of their wealth, the
powerful of their power, the wise men of wisdom,
for me, I will
rejoice in my
because You are my Father
and our Father!