O Jesus, suffer me to tell Thee that Thy Love reacheth even unto folly. . . . What wilt Thou, in face of this folly, but that my heart dart upwards to Thee—how can my confidence have any bounds?
HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. XI
It is not because I have been shielded
from mortal sin that I lift up my heart
to God in trust and love. I feel that
even if there lay upon my conscience all
the crimes one could commit I should
lose nothing of my confidence. Broken-*hearted
with compunction I would go and
throw myself into the arms of my Saviour.
I know that He cherished the Prodigal
Son, I have heard His words to Mary
Magdalene, to the adultress, to the
Samaritan woman. No one could
frighten me, for I know what to believe
concerning His Mercy and His Love.
I know that in one moment all that
multitude of sins would disappear—as
a drop of water cast into a red-hot furnace.
