"The mere comfort of a prince’s presence or that of someone
we greatly love makes watching, pain, and toil a delight, and danger itself
desirable. But nothing is so grievous as
to serve a master who knows nothing of our service, or if he knows about it, still
gives no sign that he is satisfied with it.
In such cases, love must be strong, because it stands by itself alone,
unsupported by any pleasure or any expectation.
Thus is sometimes happens that we have no consolation in the exercises
of sacred love, because like deaf singers, we do not hear our own voices and
cannot enjoy the sweet melody of our song.
Besides this we are oppressed by a thousand fears and troubled by a
thousand false alarms that the enemy raises around our heart, suggesting to us
that perhaps we are not pleasing to our master and that our love is fruitless-
yes, even that is false and vain, since it produces no consolation. Then, Theotomis, we toil not only without
pleasure, but with very great distress, since we see nei9ther the good of our
labor nor the satisfaction of Him for whom we labor.
…It is now, my dear Theotomis, that we must show
unconquerable fidelity to the Savior, serving Him purely for love of His will,
not only without pleasure, but under this deluge of sorrow, horror, dread, and
attack, as did His glorious Mother and St. John on the day of His Passion."
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