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SUMMARY:St. Aelred of Rievaulx
DESCRIPTION:From Homily 26 on the Prophetic Burdens of Isaiah\nby St Aelred of Rievaulx \nWishing to make his soldiers lightly armed for this spiritual war\, our\nleader says\, Those who do not renounce all their possessions cannot be my\ndisciples. And again\, Those who do not hate their father and mother and wife\nand children\, and even their own soul\, cannot be my disciples. And so the\nlightly armed soldiers…are those who disentangle themselves from all this\nworld’s affairs and riches\, from all their longings and even from their own will.\nThey can thus safely resist the Moabite vices into which they had fallen and\nnakedly follow the naked Christ. \nWhen these lightly armed soldiers feel themselves attacked by natural\nprovocations\, demonic suggestions\, or their own thoughts\, they send forth to God\na loud wail of the heart and a wretched lamentation of voice with tears and sighs\,\nsaying with the prophet\, I am terribly afflicted and lowly; I roared out my\ncomplaint from my heart. \n…Thanks be to you\, good Jesus! Truly\, your compassion is over all your\nworks! If inwardly where God sees\, a person’s heart turns to God and is crushed\,\nthen God’s heart will soon turn to that person. God’s heart expresses his\ngoodness and compassion. My heart will cry out to Moab. Moab wails in\nrepentance; Christ cries out in mercy. Moab wails in fear; Christ cries out by\nshowing pity. Moab wails in confession; Christ cries out with forgiveness. Moab\nseeing the strong wind coming\, fears and wails; Christ\, stretching out his hand\nand crying out\, rebukes the hesitating\, trembling one\, saying You of little faith\,\nwhy did you doubt? The cry thus answers the wail\, desire answers desire\, mercy\nanswers the wretched one; the doctor\, the sick one; compassion\, the one laboring\nand in pain. \nFurther…the depths of Scripture…are opened to us when the Lord cries out\nin our hearts…The more outer persecution or inner disturbance saddens us\, the\nmore does divine consolation from the sacred writings cheer us. For whatever\nhas been written was written for our instruction\, so that we might have hope\nthrough the patience and consolation of the Scriptures. I say to you\, brothers\,\nnothing adverse can happen\, nothing so sad or so bitter can take place\, which\ndoes not quickly vanish or is not more easily endured as soon as the sacred page\nis opened to us. This is the field to which Isaac went to meditate when the day\nwas already drawing to a close; Rebecca met him there and relieved his pain with\nher sweetness. \nHow often does day give way to evening for me\, good Jesus! How often\ndoes unbearable pain take the place of what little consolation I have\, just as the\ndark of night succeeds daylight. All things turn to boredom\, and everything that I\nsee is a burden. If someone speaks\, I barely hear; if someone knocks\, I barely\nperceive it. My heart grows as hard as a rock\, my tongue clings to my palate\, and\nmy eyes dry up. What then? I go out\, of course\, to the field to meditate\, I reflect\non the sacred book\, and I fix my meditations in wax. Then suddenly\, Rebecca\ncomes to meet me. In other words\, your grace\, good Jesus\, scatters the darkness\nwith your light\, drives away boredom\, and breaks up the hardness. Soon tears\nfollow sighs\, and heavenly joy accompanies tears. Unhappy are those who do not\nenter this field and rejoice in this way when some sadness disturbs them! \nAelred of Rievaulx. Homilies on the Prophetic Burdens of Isaiah. CF 83. Trans. Lewis White.\nCollegeville\, MN: Cistercian Publications\, 2018. 256-265.
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