Our Lord never asks of us any sacrifice above our strength. Sometimes, in truth, the Divine Master makes us taste the full bitterness of the chalice which He presents to our soul. When He asks the sacrifice of everything most dear to us in this world, it is impossible unless by a very special grace, not to cry out as He did in the Garden of the Agony: "My Father, let this chalice pass from Me. . . ." But let us also hasten to add: "Nevertheless not as I will but as Thou wilt."[1] It is very consoling to think that Jesus—Divine Strength itself—has experienced all our weakness, that He trembled at the sight of the bitter chalice, the chalice He had longed for so ardently.
I LETTER TO HER MISSIONARY "BROTHERS"
Since our Well-Beloved has "trodden the wine-press alone."[2]—period in original seems like a mistake]—the wine which He gives us to drink—in our turn let us not refuse to wear garments dyed
