The
Practice of Charity
The
practice of charity, as I have said, dear Mother (Mother Agnes,
prioress at the time), was not always so sweet for me, and to
prove it to you I am going to recount certain little struggles which will
certainly make you smile. For a long time at evening meditation, I was placed
in front of a Sister who had a strange habit and I think many lights because
she rarely used a book during meditation. This is what I noticed: as soon as
this Sister arrived, she began making a strange little noise which resembled
the noise one would make when rubbing two shells, one against the other. I was
the only one to notice it because I had extremely sensitive hearing (too much
so at times). Mother, it would be
impossible for me to tell you how much this little noise wearied me. I had a
great desire to turn my head and stare at the culprit who was very certainly
unaware of her “click.” This would be the only way of enlightening her.
However,
in the bottom of my heart I felt it was much better to suffer this out of love
for God and not to cause the Sister any pain. I remained calm, therefore, and
tried to unite myself to God and to forget the little noise. Everything was
useless. I felt the perspiration inundate me, and I was obliged simply to make
a prayer of doing it without annoyance and with peace and joy, at least in the
interior of my soul. I tried to love the little noise which was so displeasing;
instead of trying not to hear it (impossible), I paid close attention so as to
hear it well, as though it were a delightful concert, and my prayer (which was
not the Prayer of Quiet) was spent in offering this concert to Jesus.
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