Life of St Teresa of Jesus, Teresa of Avila [top ten books to read TXT] 📗
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which God had wrought in me; it made me understand what it is to
love Him. In a little while, I saw these virtues renewed within
me; still they were not strong, for they were not sufficient to
sustain me in justice. I never spoke ill in the slightest degree
whatever of any one, and my ordinary practice was to avoid all
detraction; for I used to keep most carefully in mind that I
ought not to assent to, nor say of another, anything I should not
like to have said of myself. I was extremely careful to keep
this resolution on all occasions though not so perfectly, upon
some great occasions that presented themselves, as not to break
it sometimes. But my ordinary practice was this: and thus those
who were about me, and those with whom I conversed, became so
convinced that it was right, that they adopted it as a habit.
It came to be understood that where I was, absent persons were
safe; so they were also with my friends and kindred, and with
those whom I instructed. Still, for all this, I have a strict
account to give unto God for the bad example I gave in other
respects. May it please His Majesty to forgive me, for I have
been the cause of much evil; though not with intentions as
perverse as were the acts that followed.
5. The longing for solitude remained, and I loved to discourse
and speak of God; for if I found any one with whom I could do so,
it was a greater joy and satisfaction to me than all the
refinements—or rather to speak more correctly, the real
rudeness—of the world’s conversation. I communicated and
confessed more frequently still, and desired to do so; I was
extremely fond of reading good books; I was most deeply penitent
for having offended God; and I remember that very often I did not
dare to pray, because I was afraid of that most bitter anguish
which I felt for having offended God, dreading it as a great
chastisement. This grew upon me afterwards to so great a degree,
that I know of no torment wherewith to compare it; and yet it was
neither more nor less because of any fear I had at any time, for
it came upon me only when I remembered the consolations of our
Lord which He gave me in prayer, the great debt I owed Him, the
evil return I made: I could not bear it. I was also extremely
angry with myself on account of the many tears I shed for my
faults, when I saw how little I improved, seeing that neither my
good resolutions, nor the pains I took, were sufficient to keep
me from falling whenever I had the opportunity. I looked on my
tears as a delusion; and my faults, therefore, I regarded as the
more grievous, because I saw the great goodness of our Lord to me
in the shedding of those tears, and together with them such
deep compunction.
6. I took care to go to confession as soon as I could; and, as I
think, did all that was possible on my part to return to a state
of grace. But the whole evil lay in my not thoroughly avoiding
the occasions of sin, and in my confessors, who helped me so
little. If they had told me that I was travelling on a dangerous
road, and that I was bound to abstain from those conversations, I
believe, without any doubt, that the matter would have been
remedied, because I could not bear to remain even for one day in
mortal sin, if I knew it.
7. All these tokens of the fear of God came to me through prayer;
and the greatest of them was this, that fear was swallowed up of
love—for I never thought of chastisement. All the time I was so
ill, my strict watch over my conscience reached to all that is
mortal sin.
8. O my God! I wished for health, that I might serve Thee better;
that was the cause of all my ruin. For when I saw how helpless I
was through paralysis, being still so young, and how the
physicians of this world had dealt with me, I determined to ask
those of heaven to heal me—for I wished, nevertheless, to be
well, though I bore my illness with great joy. Sometimes, too, I
used to think that if I recovered my health, and yet were lost
for ever, I was better as I was. But, for all that, I thought I
might serve God much better if I were well. This is our
delusion; we do not resign ourselves absolutely to the
disposition of our Lord, Who knows best what is for our good.
9. I began by having Masses and prayers said for my
intention—prayers that were highly sanctioned; for I never liked
those other devotions which some people, especially women, make
use of with a ceremoniousness to me intolerable, but which move
them to be devout. I have been given to understand since that
they were unseemly and superstitious; and I took for my patron
and lord the glorious St. Joseph, and recommended myself
earnestly to him. I saw clearly that both out of this my present
trouble, and out of others of greater importance, relating to my
honour and the loss of my soul, this my father and lord delivered
me, and rendered me greater services than I knew how to ask for.
I cannot call to mind that I have ever asked him at any time for
anything which he has not granted; and I am filled with amazement
when I consider the great favours which God hath given me through
this blessed Saint; the dangers from which he hath delivered me,
both of body and of soul. To other Saints, our Lord seems to
have given grace to succour men in some special necessity; but to
this glorious Saint, I know by experience, to help us in all: and
our Lord would have us understand that as He was Himself subject
to him upon earth—for St. Joseph having the title of father, and
being His guardian, could command Him—so now in heaven He
performs all his petitions. I have asked others to recommend
themselves to St. Joseph, and they too know this by experience;
and there are many who are now of late devout to him, [3] having
had experience of this truth.
10. I used to keep his feast with all the solemnity I could, but
with more vanity than spirituality, seeking rather too much
splendour and effect, and yet with good intentions. I had this
evil in me, that if our Lord gave me grace to do any good, that
good became full of imperfections and of many faults; but as for
doing wrong, the indulgence of curiosity and vanity, I was very
skilful and active therein. Our Lord forgive me!
11. Would that I could persuade all men to be devout to this
glorious Saint; for I know by long experience what blessings he
can obtain for us from God. I have never known any one who was
really devout to him, and who honoured him by particular
services, who did not visibly grow more and more in virtue; for
he helps in a special way those souls who commend themselves to
him. It is now some years since I have always on his feast asked
him for something, and I always have it. If the petition be in
any way amiss, he directs it aright for my greater good.
12. If I were a person who had authority to write, it would be a
pleasure to me to be diffusive in speaking most minutely of the
graces which this glorious Saint has obtained for me and for
others. But that I may not go beyond the commandment that is
laid upon me, I must in many things be more brief than I could
wish, and more diffusive than is necessary in others; for, in
short, I am a person who, in all that is good, has but little
discretion. But I ask, for the love of God, that he who does not
believe me will make the trial for himself—when he will see by
experience the great good that results from commending oneself to
this glorious patriarch, and being devout to him. Those who give
themselves to prayer should in a special manner have always a
devotion to St. Joseph; for I know not how any man can think of
the Queen of the angels, during the time that she suffered so
much with the Infant Jesus, without giving thanks to St. Joseph
for the services he rendered them then. He who cannot find any
one to teach him how to pray, let him take this glorious Saint
for his master, and he will not wander out of the way.
13. May it please our Lord that I have not done amiss in
venturing to speak about St. Joseph; for, though I publicly
profess my devotion to him, I have always failed in my service to
him and imitation of him. He was like himself when he made me
able to rise and walk, no longer a paralytic; and I, too, am like
myself when I make so bad a use of this grace.
14. Who could have said that I was so soon to fall, after such
great consolations from God—after His Majesty had implanted
virtues in me which of themselves made me serve Him—after I had
been, as it were, dead, and in such extreme peril of eternal
damnation—after He had raised me up, soul and body, so that all
who saw me marvelled to see me alive? What can it mean, O my
Lord? The life we live is so full of danger! While I am writing
this—and it seems to me, too, by Thy grace and mercy—I may say
with St. Paul, though not so truly as he did: “It is not I who
live now, but Thou, my Creator, livest in me.” [4] For some
years past, so it seems to me, Thou hast held me by the hand; and
I see in myself desires and resolutions—in some measure tested
by experience, in many ways, during that time—never to do
anything, however slight it may be, contrary to Thy will, though
I must have frequently offended Thy Divine Majesty without being
aware of it; and I also think that nothing can be proposed to me
that I should not with great resolution undertake for Thy love.
In some things Thou hast Thyself helped me to succeed therein.
I love neither the world, nor the things of the world; nor do I
believe that anything that does not come from Thee can give me
pleasure; everything else seems to me a heavy cross.
15. Still, I may easily deceive myself, and it may be that I am
not what I say I am; but Thou knowest, O my Lord, that, to the
best of my knowledge, I lie not. I am afraid, and with good
reason, lest Thou shouldst abandon me; for I know now how far my
strength and little virtue can reach, if Thou be not ever at hand
to supply them, and to help me never to forsake Thee. May His
Majesty grant that I be not forsaken of Thee even now, when I am
thinking all this of myself!
16. I know not how we can wish to live, seeing that everything is
so uncertain. Once, O Lord, I
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