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SUMMARY:Vigils Reading
DESCRIPTION:WHEN THE LORD CRIES OUT \nIN OUR HEARTS \nFrom “Homilies on the Prophetic Burdens of Isaiah” by St Aelred of Rievaulx3 \n◊◊◊ \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…vices into which they had fallen and nakedly \nfollow the naked Christ. \nWhen these lightly armed soldiers feel themselves attacked by natural \nprovocations\, demonic suggestions\, or their own thoughts\, they send forth to \nGod a loud wail of the heart and a wretched lamentation of voice with tears and \nsighs\, saying with the prophet\, I am terribly afflicted and lowly; I roared out \nmy complaint from my heart… \nThanks 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 \ncrushed\, then God’s heart will soon turn to that person. God’s heart expresses \nhis goodness 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 \nlaboring and in pain. \nFurther…the depths of Scripture…are opened to us when the Lord cries \nout in our hearts… The more outer persecution or inner disturbance saddens \nus\, the more does divine consolation from the sacred writings cheer us. For \nwhatever has been written was written for our instruction\, so that we might \nhave hope through the patience and consolation of the Scriptures. I say to you\, \nbrothers\, nothing adverse can happen\, nothing so sad or so bitter can take place\, \nwhich does not quickly vanish or is not more easily endured as soon as the \nsacred page is opened to us. This is the field to which Isaac went to meditate \nwhen the day was already drawing to a close; Rebecca met him there and \nrelieved his pain with her 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 \nI see 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\, \nand my eyes dry up. What then? I go out\, of course\, to the field to meditate\, I \nreflect on the sacred book\, and I fix my meditations in wax. Then suddenly\, \nRebecca comes to meet me. In other words\, your grace\, good Jesus\, scatters the \ndarkness with your light\, drives away boredom\, and breaks up the hardness. \nSoon tears follow sighs\, and heavenly joy accompanies tears. Unhappy are \nthose who do not enter this field and rejoice in this way when some sadness \ndisturbs them! \n3 Aelred of Rievaulx. Homilies on the Prophetic Burdens of Isaiah. CF 83. Trans. Lewis White. \nCollegeville\, MN: Cistercian Publications\, 2018. 256-265.7 \n  \n 
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CATEGORIES:Vigils Readings
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