Friday, December 19th
Conquering the tongue is better than fasting on bread and water. – St. John of the Cross
Year: 2025
Thursday, December 18th
I am consoled to hear the clock strike, for at the passing of that hour of life it seems to me I am drawing a little closer to the vision of God. – St. Teresa of Avila
Wednesday, December 17th
Receiving Communion is not like picturing with the imagination, as when we reflect upon the Lord on the cross or in other episodes of the Passion, when we picture within ourselves how things happened to Him in the past. In Communion the event is happening now, and it is entirely…
Tuesday, December 16th
For, as I have said, God now sees that they have grown a little, and are becoming strong enough to lay aside their swaddling clothes and be taken from the gentle breast; so He sets them down from His arms and teaches them to walk on their own feet; which…
Monday, December 15th
Under the old law, the altar of sacrifice was to be hollow within. It is the will of God that the soul should be empty of all created things, and thus become a fitting altar for the King of heaven. -St. John of the Cross
Saturday, December 13th
My God, in spite of all my misereres and since, I will always hope in You. Even if You cast me into hell, I will still hope in You. -Bl. Mary of Jesus Crucified
Friday, December 12th
Take pains to be peaceful, but not with a certain kind of peace that never wishes to experience what war is; for to arrive at a true peace according to God, one must acquire it through its opposite. – St. Mary Magdalene de’Pazzi
Thursday, December 11th
Take heart, Jesus hears even the last echo of our pain. – St. Therese
Wednesday, December 10th
I should rather simply confess, ‘The Mighty One has done great things for me,’ and the greatest of these is to have shown me my littleness, my incapability of all good. -St. Therese
Tuesday, December 9th
The proud person is like a grain of wheat thrown into water: it swells, it gets big. Expose that grain to the fire: it dries up, it burns. The humble soul is like a grain of wheat thrown into the earth: it descends, it hides itself, it disappears, it dies;…
Thursday, December 18th
I am consoled to hear the clock strike, for at the passing of that hour of life it seems to me I am drawing a little closer to the vision of God. – St. Teresa of Avila
Wednesday, December 17th
Receiving Communion is not like picturing with the imagination, as when we reflect upon the Lord on the cross or in other episodes of the Passion, when we picture within ourselves how things happened to Him in the past. In Communion the event is happening now, and it is entirely…
Tuesday, December 16th
For, as I have said, God now sees that they have grown a little, and are becoming strong enough to lay aside their swaddling clothes and be taken from the gentle breast; so He sets them down from His arms and teaches them to walk on their own feet; which…
Monday, December 15th
Under the old law, the altar of sacrifice was to be hollow within. It is the will of God that the soul should be empty of all created things, and thus become a fitting altar for the King of heaven. -St. John of the Cross
Saturday, December 13th
My God, in spite of all my misereres and since, I will always hope in You. Even if You cast me into hell, I will still hope in You. -Bl. Mary of Jesus Crucified
Friday, December 12th
Take pains to be peaceful, but not with a certain kind of peace that never wishes to experience what war is; for to arrive at a true peace according to God, one must acquire it through its opposite. – St. Mary Magdalene de’Pazzi
Thursday, December 11th
Take heart, Jesus hears even the last echo of our pain. – St. Therese
Wednesday, December 10th
I should rather simply confess, ‘The Mighty One has done great things for me,’ and the greatest of these is to have shown me my littleness, my incapability of all good. -St. Therese
Tuesday, December 9th
The proud person is like a grain of wheat thrown into water: it swells, it gets big. Expose that grain to the fire: it dries up, it burns. The humble soul is like a grain of wheat thrown into the earth: it descends, it hides itself, it disappears, it dies;…