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SUMMARY:Vigils Reading - St Elizabeth Ann Seton
DESCRIPTION:DEATH OF A HUSBAND AT CHRISTMAS \nFrom the collected writings of St Elizabeth Ann Seton \n◊◊◊ \nWith God for our Portion there is no Prison in high walls and bolts — no \nsorrow in the Soul that waits on him tho’ beset with present cares\, and gloomy \nProspects… For this freedom I can never be sufficiently thankful\, as in my \nWilliams case\, it keeps alive what in his weak State of Body would naturally fail \n— and often when he hears me repeat the Psalms of Triumph in God\, and read \nSt. Paul’s faith in Christ with my Whole Soul\, it so enlivens his Spirit that he \nalso makes them his own\, and all our sorrows are turned into joy. Oh well may \nI love God. Well may my whole soul strive to please him\, for what but the strain \nof an Angel can ever express what he has done and is constantly doing for me. \nWhile I live\, while I have my being in Time and thro’ Eternity let me sing praises \nto my God… \nEvery promise in the Scriptures I could remember and suitable Prayer\, I \ncontinually repeated to him which seemed to be <William’s> only relief. When \nI stopped to give anything <he would say> “Why do you do it\, what do I want\, \nI want to be in Heaven\, pray\, pray for my Soul“ \n… \nThe hard struggle ceased…a quarter past seven when the dear Soul took \nits flight to the blessed exchange it so much longed for… I often asked him when \nhe could not speak\, “You feel my love that you are going to your Redeemer” and \nhe motioned yes with a look…of Peace. At a quarter past 7 on Tuesday morning \n27th December — his Soul was released — and mine from a struggle next to \ndeath… \nI had done all — all that tenderest love and duty could do. My head had \nnot rested for a week. Three days and nights the fatigue had been incessant and \none meal in 24 hours… In all this it is not necessary to dwell on the mercy and \nconsoling presence of my dear Redeemer\, for no mortal strength could support \nwhat I experienced… \nMy William often asked me if I felt assured that he would be accepted and \npardoned\, and I always tried to convince him that where the soul was so humble \nand sincere as his\, and submission to God’s will so uniform as his had been \nthroughout his trial\, that it became sinful to doubt one moment of his reception \nthrough the merits of his Redeemer… \nThe night before his death praying earnestly for him that his pardon \nmight be sealed in Heaven and his transgressions blotted out… I continued on \nmy knees and leaned my head on the chair by which I knelt and insensibly lost \nmyself… I had a dream… A little angel at some distance held open a division in \nthe sky. A large black Bird like an eagle flew towards me and flapped its wings \nround and made everything dark. The angel looked as if it held up the division \nwaiting for something the Bird came for. And so alone from every friend on \nEarth\, walking the valley of the Shadow of death we had sweet comfort even in \nour dreams — while Faith convinced us they were realities. \n  \n4 Elizabeth Bayley Seton. Collected Writings: Volume I – Correspondence and Journals 1793-1808. Ed. Regina Bechtle\, S.C. \nand Judith Metz\, S.C. New City Press: Hyde Park\, NY\, 2000. 265\, 274-276.11 \n  \n 
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CATEGORIES:Vigils Readings
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