Vigils Reading: St. Andrew & Companions–Thanksgiving

The martyrs’ share in Christ’s victory,

from a letter of St Paul Le-Bao-Tinh. ^[1]

I, Paul, in chains for the name of Christ, wish to relate to you the trials besetting me daily, in order that you may be inflamed with love for God and join with me in his praises, “for his mercy is for ever.” The prison here is a true image of everlasting hell: to cruel tortures of every kind (shackles, iron chains, manacles) are added hatred, vengeance, calumnies, obscene speech, quarrels, evil acts, swearing, curses, as well as anguish and grief. But the God who once freed the three children from the fiery furnace is with me always; he has delivered me from these tribulations and made them sweet, “for his mercy is for ever.”

In the midst of these torments, which usually terrify others, I am, by the grace of God, full of joy and gladness, because I am not alone: Christ is with me. Our Master bears the whole weight of the cross, leaving me only the tiniest, last bit. He is not a mere onlooker in my struggle, but a contestant and the victor and champion in the whole battle. Therefore upon his head is placed the crown of victory, and his members also share in his glory.

How am I to bear with the spectacle, as each day I see emperors, mandarins, and their retinue blaspheming your holy name, O Lord, “who are enthroned above the Cherubim and Seraphim”? Behold, the pagans have trodden your cross underfoot! Where is your glory? As I see all this, I would, in the ardent love I have for you, prefer to be torn limb from limb and to die as a witness to your love. O Lord, show your power, save me, sustain me, that in my infirmity your power may be shown and may be glorified before the nations: grant that I may not grow weak along the way, and so allow your enemies to hold their heads up in pride.

Beloved brothers, as you hear all these things may you give endless thanks in joy to God, from whom every good proceeds; bless the Lord with me, “for his mercy is for ever.” “My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord, my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has looked with favor” on his lowly servant and from this day all generations will call me blessed, “for his mercy is for ever.”

“O praise the Lord, all you nations, acclaim him, all you peoples,” for “God chose what is weak in the world to confound the strong, God chose what is low and despised” to confound the noble. Through my mouth he has confused the philosophers who are disciples of the wise of this world, “for his mercy is for ever.” I write these things to you in order that your faith and mine may be united. In the midst of this storm I cast my anchor toward the throne of God, the anchor that is the lively hope in my heart.

Beloved brothers, for your part “so run that you may attain the crown,” put on the “breastplate of faith” and take up “the weapons” of Christ “for the right hand and for the left,” as my patron Saint Paul has taught us. “It is better for you to enter life with one eye or crippled” than, with all your members intact, to be cast away. Come to my aid with your prayers, that I may have the strength to fight according to the law, and indeed “to fight the good fight” and to fight until the end and so finish the race. We may not again see each other in this life, but we will have the happiness of seeing each other again in the world to come, when, standing at the throne of the spotless Lamb, we will together join in singing his praises and exult for ever in the joy of our triumph.

^[1] Le Clerge Tonkinois et Ses Pretres Martyrs, A. Launay (Paris: Paris Foreign Mission Society, 1925), pp. 80-83.