Yet it is a much greater cause of feeling that while we multiply our iniquities beyond the beaches of the sea and have so great a need for God to be kind and indulgent, we are nevertheless so demanding ourselves. Such humiliation and such transgression! We crave God to decline everything from us, and we are not able to suffer anything from anyone. We overdo beyond measure the faultings committed within us; lice that we are, we make the slightest distres exerted on us to be an enormous attack. Meanwhile, we count as nothing what we undertake proudly against the monarch dignity of God and the rights of his empire!
Blind and wretched someones: will we ever be so sensitive and delicate? Will we never open our eyes to the truth? Will we never understand that the one who does injury to us is always much more to be pitied than are we who have obtained the harm? That he perforates his own nerve while simply pasturing our surface, and that, in the end, our enemies are mad; wanting to obligate us suck all the venom of their hatred, they do so first themselves, swallowing the most deadly they have prepared? Since those who do evil to us are undesirable in thought, why do we embitter them by our viciou reprisal? Why do we not rather seek to bring them back to conclude by our composure and mildness?
Yet we are far removed from these charitable dispositions. Far from constructing the effort at self-command that would enable us to endure an injury, we think that we are lowering ourselves if we do not take pride in being fragile in stations of statu. We even think well of ourselves for our extreme sense. And we carry our feeling beyond all weigh, either exert a pitiless reprisal upon those who anger us, or consoling ourselves with responsibility them by making a show of our patience or by pretend tranquility in order to revile them all the more. We are such callou opponents and implacable avengers that we even turn composure and sorrow into the weapons of our indignation!
Yet these are not our bad extravagances, for we do not ever wait for actual traumata so that they are irked. Shadows, jealousies, and secreted opponent suffice to arm us against each other. We often come to hate for the sole reason of believing ourselves to be hated. Anxiety grabs us. We fear gashes before “theyre coming”, and, carried off by our ideas, we retaliate what has not yet taken place.
All this we must stop. We must take care how you are talking about our neighbour. That little parole, the projectile casually pitched, the malicious narration that gives rise to so many straying thoughts by its altered obliqueness: none of these will fall to the earth. “No secret word is without result”( Wisd. 1:11 ). We must take care of what we say and rein our malevolent rage and unruly tongues. For there is a God in Heaven who has told us that he will demand a suppose of our “careless words”( Matt. 12:36 ): what restitution shall he exact for those which are harmful and malevolent? We ought, therefore, to reverence his eyes and his presence.
Let us ponder the fact that he will guess us as we have judged our neighbour. If we pardon, he will reprieve us; if we retaliate our hurts, we will “suffer vengeance from the Lord”( Sir. 28:1 ). His vengeance will pursue us in life and in demise, and we will have no rest either in this world or the next.
Let us, then , not delayed until the hour of death to excuse our adversaries, but make us pattern what St. Paul learnt: “Do not make the sunbathe go down on your anger”( Eph. 4:26 ). The apostle’s tender, paternal mind could not comprehend that a Christian — a child of agreement — could sleep quietly with a mettle that was ulcerated and soured toward his brother , nor that he could enjoy any rest while inclined sin to his neighbor, whose interests God has taken in hand. The daybreak is diminishing, the daylight places: the apostle gives you no time to waste. You have scarcely enough time to obey him. We are no longer able delay this necessary work.
Let us hasten to hand our rancour over to God. If we earmark all about the activities of our salvation until the working day of our fatality, it will be far too busy a daylight. Let us begin now to prepare for the blessings that we will need then, and, by pardoning those who hurt us, give us assure ourselves of the eternal forbearance of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy spirit. Amen.
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