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those in the community—said that they seemed to them extreme;
and, indeed, compared with what I had been accustomed to do, they
were extreme: people, therefore, had reason to say so. Yet, in
those things which were of obligation, considering the habit I
wore, and the profession I had made, I was still deficient.
By resisting the sweetness and joys which God sent me, I gained
this, that His Majesty taught me Himself; for, previously, I used
to think that, in order to obtain sweetness in prayer, it was
necessary for me to hide myself in secret places, and so I
scarcely dared to stir. Afterwards, I saw how little that was to
the purpose; for the more I tried to distract myself, the more
our Lord poured over me that sweetness and joy which seemed to me
to be flowing around me, so that I could not in any way escape
from it: and so it was. I was so careful about this resistance,
that it was a pain to me. But our Lord was more careful to show
His mercies, and during those two months to reveal Himself more
than before, so that I might the better comprehend that it was no
longer in my power to resist Him.
2. I began with a renewed love of the most Sacred Humanity; my
prayer began to be solid, like a house, the foundations of which
are strong; and I was inclined to practise greater penance,
having been negligent in this matter hitherto because of my great
infirmities. The holy man who heard my confession told me that
certain penances would not hurt me, and that God perhaps sent me
so much sickness because I did no penance; His Majesty would
therefore impose it Himself. He ordered me to practise certain
acts of mortification not very pleasant for me. [1] I did so,
because I felt that our Lord was enjoining it all, and giving him
grace to command me in such a way as to make me obedient
unto him.
3. My soul was now sensitive to every offence I committed against
God, however slight it might be; so much so, that if I had any
superfluity about me, I could not recollect myself in prayer till
I had got rid of it. I prayed earnestly that our Lord would hold
me by the hand, and not suffer me to fall again, now that I was
under the direction of His servants. I thought that would be a
great evil, and that they would lose their credit through me.
4. At this time, Father Francis, who was Duke of Gandia, [2] came
here; he had left all he possessed some years before, and had
entered the Society of Jesus. My confessor, and the nobleman of
whom I spoke before, [3] contrived that he should visit me, in
order that I might speak to him, and give him an account of my
way of prayer; for they knew him to be greatly favoured and
comforted of God: he had given up much, and was rewarded for it
even in this life. When he had heard me, he said to me that it
was the work of the Spirit of God, [4] and that he thought it was
not right now to prolong that resistance; that hitherto it had
been safe enough,—only, I should always begin my prayer by
meditating on some part of the Passion and that if our Lord
should then raise up my spirit, I should make no resistance, but
suffer His Majesty to raise it upwards, I myself not seeking it.
He gave both medicine and advice, as one who had made great
progress himself; for experience is very important in these
matters. He said that further resistance would be a mistake.
I was exceedingly consoled; so, too, was the nobleman, who
rejoiced greatly when he was told that it was the work of God.
He always helped me and gave me advice according to his
power,—and that power was great.
5. At this time, they changed my confessor’s residence. I felt
it very much, for I thought I should go back to my wickedness,
and that it was not possible to find another such as he. My soul
was, as it were, in a desert, most sorrowful and afraid. I knew
not what to do with myself. One of my kinswomen contrived to get
me into her house, and I contrived at once to find another
confessor, [5] in the Society of Jesus. It pleased our Lord that
I should commence a friendship with a noble lady, [6] a widow,
much given to prayer, who had much to do with the fathers.
She made her own confessor [7] hear me, and I remained in her
house some days. She lived near, and I delighted in the many
conferences I had with the fathers; for merely by observing the
holiness of their way of life, I felt that my soul
profited exceedingly.
6. This father began by putting me in the way of greater
perfection. He used to say to me, that I ought to leave nothing
undone that I might be wholly pleasing unto God. He was,
however, very prudent and very gentle at the same time; for my
soul was not at all strong, but rather very weak, especially as
to giving up certain friendships, though I did not offend God by
them: there was much natural affection in them, and I thought it
would be an act of ingratitude if I broke them off. And so, as I
did not offend God, I asked him if I must be ungrateful. He told
me to lay the matter before God for a few days, and recite the
hymn, “Veni, Creator,” that God might enlighten me as to the
better course. One day, having prayed for some time, and
implored our Lord to help me to please Him in all things, I began
the hymn; and as I was saying it, I fell into a trance—so
suddenly, that I was, as it were, carried out of myself. I could
have no doubt about it, for it was most plain.
7. This was the first time that our Lord bestowed on me the grace
of ecstasy. I heard these words: “I will not have thee converse
with men, but with angels.” This made me wonder very much; for
the commotion of my spirit was great, and these words were
uttered in the very depth of my soul. They made me
afraid,—though, on the other hand, they gave me great comfort,
which, when I had lost the fear,—caused, I believe, by the
strangeness of the visitation,—remained with me.
8. Those words have been fulfilled; for I have never been able to
form friendship with, nor have any comfort in, nor any particular
love for, any persons whatever except those who, as I believe,
love God, and who strive to serve Him. It has not been in my
power to do it. It is nothing to me that they are my kindred, or
my friends, if I do not know them to be lovers of God, or persons
given to prayer. It is to me a painful cross to converse with
any one. This is the truth, so far as I can judge. [8]
From that day forth, I have had courage so great as to leave all
things for God, who in one moment—and it seems to me but a
moment—was pleased to change His servant into another person.
Accordingly, there was no necessity for laying further commands
upon me in this matter. When my confessor saw how much I clung
to these friendships, he did not venture to bid me distinctly to
give them up. He must have waited till our Lord did the work—as
He did Himself. Nor did I think myself that I could succeed; for
I had tried before, and the pain it gave me was so great that I
abandoned the attempt, on the ground that there was nothing
unseemly in those attachments. Now our Lord set me at liberty,
and gave me strength also to use it.
9. So I told my confessor of it, and gave up everything,
according to his advice. It did a great deal of good to those
with whom I used to converse, to see my determination. God be
blessed for ever! Who in one moment set me free, while I had been
for many years making many efforts, and had never succeeded, very
often also doing such violence to myself as injured my health;
but, as it was done by Him Who is almighty, and the true Lord of
all, it gave me no pain whatever.
1. The Saint now treated her body with extreme severity,
disciplining herself even unto blood (Reforma, vol. i. lib. i. c.
xx. § 4).
2. St. Francis de Borja came to Avila, where St. Teresa lived, in
1557 (De la Fuente). This passage must have been written after
the foundation of St. Joseph, for it was not in the first Life,
as the Saint says, ch. x. § 11, that he kept secret the names of
herself and all others.
3. Ch. xxiii. § 6.
4. See Relation, viii. § 6.
5. Who he was is not certainly known. The Bollandists decline to
give an opinion: but F. Bouix thinks it was F. Ferdinand Alvarez,
who became her confessor on the removal of F. Juan de Padranos,
and that it was to him she confessed till she placed herself
under the direction of F. Baltasar Alvarez, the confessor of Doña
Guiomar, as it is stated in the next paragraph,—unless the
confessor there mentioned was F. Ferdinand.
6. Doña Guiomar de Ulloa. See below, ch. xxxii. § 13.
7. If this confessor was F. Baltasar Alvarez, the Saint, F. Bouix
observes, passes rapidly over the history of the year 1557, and
the greater part, perhaps, of 1558; for F. Baltasar was ordained
priest only in the latter year.
8. See Relation, i. § 6.
Chapter XXV.
Divine Locutions. Discussions on That Subject.
1. It will be as well, I think, to explain these locutions of
God, and to describe what the soul feels when it receives them,
in order that you, my father, may understand the matter; for ever
since that time of which I am speaking, when our Lord granted me
that grace, it has been an ordinary occurrence until now, as will
appear by what I have yet to say. [1]
2. The words are very distinctly formed; but by the bodily ear
they are not heard. They are, however, much more clearly
understood than they would be if they were heard by the ear.
It is impossible not to understand them, whatever resistance we
may offer. When we wish not to hear anything in this world, we
can stop our ears, or give attention to something else: so that,
even if we do hear, at least we can refuse to understand.
In this locution of God addressed to the soul there is no escape,
for in spite of ourselves we must listen; and the understanding
must apply itself so thoroughly to the comprehension of that
which God wills we should hear, that it is nothing to the purpose
whether we will it or not; for it is His will, Who can do all
things. We should understand that His will must be done; and He
reveals Himself as our true Lord, having dominion over us.
I know this by much experience; for my resistance lasted nearly
two years, [2] because of the great fear I was in: and even now I
resist occasionally; but it is
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