union with the object which holds the heart captive. If fire and iron were gifted with reason, and that the latter said to the fire: "Draw me," would not this prove that it desired to become identified with the fire even so far as to share its substance? Well, that is exactly my prayer. I beg of Jesus to draw me into the flames of His Love, to unite me so closely to Himself that He may live and act in me. I feel that the more the fire of love inflames my heart, the more I shall say: "Draw me," the more also will the souls who draw near to mine run swiftly in the fragrant odours of the Well-Beloved.
HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. XI
Souls thus on fire cannot rest inactive.
They may sit at the feet of
Jesus, like Saint Mary Magdalene, listening
to His sweet and ardent words; but,
while seeming to give nothing, they
do give far more than Martha who
troubles herself with many things.[1] It is
- ↑ Luke, x, 41
