CHAPTER 11
Continues to treat - of mortification and Describes - how it may be attained in times of sickness. |
These continual moanings which we make
about trifling ailments, my sisters,
seem to me a sign of imperfection:
If you can bear a thing, say nothing about it.
When the ailment is serious,
it proclaims itself;
that is quite another kind of moaning,
which draws attention to itself immediately.
Remember, there are only a few of you, and
if one of you gets into this habit
she will worry all the rest
-- that is, assuming
- you love each other and
- there is charity among you.
On the other hand,
if one of you is really ill, she should
- say so and
- take the necessary remedies; and,
if you have got rid of your self-love,
- you will so much regret having
to indulge yourselves in any way
that there will be no fear
of your doing so unnecessarily or
of your making a moan
without proper cause.
When such a reason exists,
it would be
much worse to say nothing about it
than to allow yourselves unnecessary indulgence
and
it would be very wrong
if everybody were not sorry for you.
However, I am quite sure
that where
- there is prayer and charity among you, and
- your numbers are so small
that you will be aware of each other's needs,
there will never be any lack of care
in your being looked after.
Do not think of complaining
about the weaknesses and minor ailments
from which women suffer,
for the devil sometimes makes you imagine them.
They come and go;
and unless you get rid of the habit of
- talking about them and
- complaining of everything (except to God)
you will never come to the end of them.
I lay great stress on this, for
- I believe myself it is important, and
- it is one of the reasons for the relaxation
of discipline in religious houses.
For this body of ours has one fault:
- the more you indulge it,
- the more things it discovers to be essential to it.
It is extraordinary
how it likes being indulged; and,
if there is any reasonable pretext for indulgence,
however little necessity for it there may be,
the poor soul is
-- taken in and
-- prevented from making progress.
Think how many poor people there must be who
are ill and
have no one to complain to,
for poverty and self-indulgence make bad company.
Think, too, how many married women
--people of position, as I know--
have serious complaints and sore trials and
yet dare not complain to their husbands about them
for fear of annoying them.
Sinner that I am!
Surely we have not come here to indulge ourselves
more than they!
Oh, how free you are
from the great trials of the world!
Learn to suffer a little
for the love of God
without telling everyone about it.
When a woman has made an unhappy marriage
she does not talk about it or complain of it,
lest it should come to her husband's knowledge,
she has to endure a great deal of misery and
yet has no one to whom she may relieve her mind.
Cannot we, then,
keep secret between God and ourselves
some of the ailments which He sends us
because of our sins?
The more so
since talking about them
does nothing whatever to alleviate them.
In nothing that I have said
am I referring to
serious illnesses, accompanied by high fever,
though as to these, too, I beg you
to observe moderation and to have patience:
I am thinking rather of those minor indispositions
which you may have and still keep going [36]
without worrying everybody else to death over them.
What would happen
if these lines should be seen outside this house?
What would all the nuns say of me!
And how willingly would I bear
what they said
if it helped anyone to live a better life!
For when there is one person of this kind,
the thing generally comes to such a pass
that
- some suffer on account of others,
- and nobody who says she is ill
will be believed,
however serious her ailment.
however serious her ailment.
As this book is meant only for my daughters,
they will put up with everything I say.
Let us remember our holy Fathers of past days,
the hermits whose lives we attempt to imitate.
What sufferings they bore,
what solitude, cold, [thirst] and hunger,
what burning sun and heat!
And yet they had no one to complain to except God.
Do you suppose they were made of iron?
No: they were as frail as we are.
Believe me, daughters,
once we begin
to subdue these miserable bodies of ours,
they give us much less trouble.
There will be quite sufficient people to see to
what you really need, [37]
so take no thought for yourselves
except when you know it to be necessary.
Unless we resolve
to put up with death and ill-health
once and for all,
we shall never accomplish anything.
Try
- not to fear these and
- commit yourselves wholly to God,
come what may.
What does it matter if we die?
How many times have our bodies not mocked us?
Should we not occasionally mock them in our turn?
And, believe me,
slight as it may seem
by comparison with other things,
this resolution is much more important
than we may think;
for, if we continually make it, day by day,
by the grace of the Lord,
we shall gain dominion over the body.
To conquer such an enemy
is a great achievement in the battle of life.
May the Lord grant, as He is able,
that we may do this.
I am quite sure that
- no one who does not enjoy such a victory,
which I believe is a great one,
will understand what advantage it brings, and
- no one will regret having gone through trials
in order to attain
this tranquillity and self-mastery.
this tranquillity and self-mastery.
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Foot Notes: [36] Lit.: "which can be suffered on foot." [37] Lit.: "to look at (or to) what is needful" --the phrase is ambiguous and might mean: "to worry about their own needs." The word translated "people" is feminine. |
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