A letter of Saint Paul Le-Bao-Tinh
I am not alone: Christ is with me |
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I,
Paul, in chains for the name of Christ, wish to relate to you the
trials besetting me daily, in order that you may be inflamed with love
for God and join with me in his praises. The prison here is a true image
of everlasting hell: to cruel tortures of every kind – shackles, iron
chains, manacles – are added hatred, vengeance, calumnies, obscene
speech, quarrels, evil acts, swearing, curses, as well as anguish and
grief. But the God who once freed the three children from the fiery
furnace is with me always; he has delivered me from these tribulations
and made them sweet, for his mercy is for ever.
In the midst of these torments, which usually terrify
others, I am, by the grace of God, full of joy and gladness, because I
am not alone – Christ is with me.
Our Master bears the whole weight of the cross,
leaving me only the tiniest, last bit. He is not a mere onlooker in my
struggle, but a contestant and the victor and champion in the whole
battle. Therefore upon his head is placed the crown of victory, and his
members also share in his glory.
How am I to bear with the spectacle, as each day I see
emperors, mandarins, and their retinue blaspheming your holy name, O
Lord, who are enthroned above the cherubim and seraphim? Behold,
the pagans have trodden your cross underfoot! Where is your glory? As I
see all this, I would, in the ardent love I have for you, prefer to be
torn limb from limb and to die as a witness to your love.
O Lord, show your power, save me, sustain me, that in
my infirmity your power may be shown and may be glorified before the
nations; grant that I may not grow weak along the way, and so allow your
enemies to hold their heads up in pride.
Our Lady of China |
O praise the Lord, all you nations, acclaim him, all you peoples, for God chose what is weak in the world to confound the strong, God chose what is low and despised to confound the noble. Through my mouth he has confused the philosophers who are disciples of the wise of this world, for his mercy is for ever.
I write these things to you in order that your faith
and mine may be united. In the midst of this storm I cast my anchor
toward the throne of God, the anchor that is the lively hope in my
heart.
Beloved brothers, for your part so run that you may attain the crown, put on the breastplate of faith and take up the weapons of Christ for the right hand and for the left, as my patron Saint Paul has taught us. It is better for you to enter life with one eye or crippled than, with all your members intact, to be cast away.
Come to my aid with your prayers, that I may have the strength to fight according to the law, and indeed to fight the good fight
and to fight until the end and so finish the race. We may not again see
each other in this life, but we will have the happiness of seeing each
other again in the world to come, when, standing at the throne of the
spotless Lamb, we will together join in singing his praises and exult
for ever in the joy of our triumph. Amen.
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