Our Divine Lord asks no sacrifice beyond our strength. At times, it is true, He makes us taste to the full the bitterness of the chalice He puts to our lips. And when He demands the sacrifice of all that is dearest on earth, it is impossible without a very special grace not to cry out as He did during His Agony in the Garden: |My Father, let this chalice pass from me!| But we must hasten to add: |Yet not as I will, but as Thou wilt.| It is so consoling to think that Jesus, |the Strong God,| has felt all our weaknesses and shuddered at the sight of the bitter chalice -- that very chalice He had so ardently desired.
Your lot is indeed a beautiful one, since Our Lord has chosen it for you, and has first touched with His own Lips the cup which He holds out to yours. A Saint has said: |The greatest honour God can bestow upon a soul is not to give to it great things, but to ask of it great things.| Jesus treats you as a privileged child. It is His wish you should begin your mission even now, and save souls through the Cross. Was it not by suffering and death that He ransomed the world? I know that you aspire to the happiness of laying down your life for Him; but the martyrdom of the heart is not less fruitful than the shedding of blood, and this martyrdom is already yours. Have I not, then, good reason to say that your lot is a beautiful one -- worthy an apostle of Christ?