Saturday, January 30, 2010

St. Francis de Sales explains why the children of darkness persecute the children of light

As soon as worldly people see that you wish to follow a devout life they aim a thousand darts of mockery and even detraction at you. The most malicious of them will slander your conversion as hypocrisy, bigotry, and trickery.

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They will say that the world has turned against you and being rebuffed by it you have turned to God.  Your friends will raise a host of objections which they consider very prudent and charitable.

They will tell you that you will become depressed, lose your reputation in the world, be unbearable, and grow old before your time, and that your affairs at home will suffer. You must live in the world like one in the world. They will say that you can save your soul without going to such extremes, and a thousand similar trivialities.

Philothea, all this is mere foolish, empty babbling. These people aren't interested in your health or welfare.

"If you were of the world, the world would love what is its own but because you are not of the world, therefore the world hates you," says the Savior.

We have seen gentlemen and ladies spend the whole night, even many nights one after another, playing chess or cards. Is there any concentration more absurd, gloomy, or depressing than this last?

Yet worldly people don't say a word and the players' friends don't bother their heads about it.  If we spend an hour in meditation or get up a little earlier than usual in the morning to prepare for Holy Communion, everyone runs for a doctor to cure us of hypochondria and jaundice.

People can pass thirty nights in dancing and no one complains about it, but if they watch through a single Christmas night they cough and claim their stomach is upset the next morning.

Does anyone fail to see that the world is an unjust judge, gracious and well disposed to its own children but harsh and rigorous towards the children of God?

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