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There would not be many in the crowd that filled the three naves that understood his sermon because he gave it in Latin. As long as I, that is to say, my will, subsisted entrenched in that flesh, I was able to cry out my call to war: He found himself again in the grip of death and worried always about the destiny of his cadaver, he accepted the help of M. That will, or rather, that feeling, because the young Levite must be transformed into the flesh of his flesh, in a sort of instinct, which at the beginning of his career could be nothing more than a cold obedience, that adherence to Rome is what makes him a living member of the Mystical Body of Christ.
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Hold it as certain that the Lord will permit the most oppressive temptations, in order that you learn how little we are worth without His Grace. It requires divine grace.
I knew myself to have been blessed with a tremendous intelligence, greater than that of all other men, after Solomon, and I had to choose between serving God or rise up with it against Him and make myself His eternal enemy.
I am the unfortunate philosopher of whose death you have just read; a wise-man in the eyes of fools and now an eternal fool in my own eyes… Will you hear me? How can one renounce virtue?
Do you know of any famous apostate antipopes from Argentina? John the Baptist on his vigil: I feel myself a priest unto the marrow of my bones, but I have juaja from the Lord a divine secret: Catherine of Genoa that we should flee spiritual pleasure more than the devil himself because they entangle men and from them is born spiritual self-love with the appearance of good infinitely more dangerous than the carnal love, due to its being the root of all evils that can aflict us in this world and in the next.
Oh, the misery and contradiction of my pride!
But, the priest submitted the case to the archbishop, who did not accept the document written with too much cunning, he demanded something more categorical. His day usually began before midnight. The praying of his breviary and some devotions required three long tbaor to complete; the Mass half an hour; time in the confessional, sometimes one hour, sometimes four or five or more, if many penitents came who spoke Latin or Spanish, the only languages that he knew, since he was never able to, nor did he desire, to learn Esperanto, the universal language since The burial ceremony having ended, each friar returned to his work, a little sadder and somewhat more alone as well because no novice would replace the one that had died and his cell would be turned into a refuge for vermin and bats.
With these thoughts, he began to pray, until, overcome with weariness, he fell fast asleep. Cuando uno de ellos afloja, el otro no tarda en ceder y todo se derrumba. In order to be present and encourage the final impenitence of such as these, the devil leaves aside every other occupation and enters into the his veins and there is, as it were a transfusion of diabolical pride into the 6666 of the renegade.
Seiscientos sesenta y seis – Hugo Wast – Google Books
When I would think about death it terrified me and I would have given my fortune, my fame and my books in exchange for one tiny grain of humility, the seed of repentance.
Draw Thy sword, O Lord. The rigorous Gregorian Rule did not extinguish his spirit. In the final instant of my life, when, to alleviate my thirst I filled my mouth with foul excretions and I released that frightening shriek that is told of my life, when my eyes became fixed and all thought me dead.
He must have slept barely two hours. Listen, I signed with my own hand my eternal damnation. Los friars did not pull up its immense, useless trunk because, in its sterile branches dwelled the doves of the bell tower and because they believed the ancient tradition that that tree would bloom again in the spring in which the last Pope would die, that is, on the very eve of the Second Coming of Christ.
Then he knelt and kissed the sandled feet of the old man. He was, however, at the age at which sleep is a stranger and insomnia is a habitual companion. A loud noise made him open his eyes and he saw through the window that the moon had not yet risen.
But I lived still, scratching at the rotted mud of my flesh, that still for a few seconds more was preventing me from falling into the hands of God. Sometimes we are moved by passion and we think that it is zeal.
The superior left and he remained alone in his cell, whose whitewashed walls seemed tinted with purple, because through its windows, that looked out upon the garden, streamed the rosy glow of a marvelous sunset.
Do not pronounce exorcisms if you want me to share with you hidden secrets about what the future holds.
The garden was wrapped in complete darkness, and in his cell, a strange light appeared together with an insufferable stench. God awaited him with infinite patience. When one of them is weakened, the other does not delay in weakening and everything collapses.
That day, he had to preach a long panegyric of St. One after another, like aged oxen, the friars were falling in the furrows of their unfinished task, dying peaceful and edifying deaths, the Angels taking their souls to heaven. Anyway, here are the first few pages.