Eloi Leclerc
Born
in Landerneau, France
June 24, 1921
Died
May 13, 2016
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Sabiduría de un pobre
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published
1989
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47 editions
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Song of Silence: The Journey of Saint Jeanne Jugan
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published
2009
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2 editions
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The Desert and the Rose: The Spirituality of Jeanne Jugan by Leclerc, Eloi (2002) Paperback
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published
2002
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The people of God in the night (The Tau series)
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Francis of Assisi: Return to the Gospel
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published
1983
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3 editions
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Saint Jeanne Jugan
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published
2009
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3 editions
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EXILIO Y TERNURA (2ª ED.)
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Francisco de Asís. Un hombre nuevo para una sociedad nueva
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published
1998
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2 editions
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Un maître à prier: François d'Assise (EDITIONS FRANCI)
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El maestro del deseo. Una lectura del evangelio de Juan
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published
1997
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“Without comfort or glamour, this life did not permit any disguise. There one was compelled to face one's own true self. In keeping with the surroundings, the friars tended to become sparing in words and gestures. Feelings, too, were assuaged and became more simple─not by dint of reading or inner search, but through a holy and harsh obedience to those things which poverty demands when it is accepted in all its right.”
― Wisdom of the Poor One of Assisi, The
― Wisdom of the Poor One of Assisi, The
“In this wild and treacherous mountain scene, where all moving about meant difficult climbing or rapid and dangerous descent, the body itself had to undergo a discipline of conformity and purification which made it more docile to the spirit. In order to live this contemplative life one needed the coordination of a tumbler or an acrobat. A friar could not fear creeping on hands and knees, nor wearing out clothes on the rough rocks.”
― Wisdom of the Poor One of Assisi, The
― Wisdom of the Poor One of Assisi, The
“So too, when one lives far from all human support, from all which habitually gives existence a semblance of solidity, only then can one test for oneself the truth of words such as these: “My rock, my fortress, it is you.” At such a time, a person without fearing can see one's existence tremble like the frail stem of a columbine in the crevice of a rock above the steep ravine.”
― Wisdom of the Poor One of Assisi, The
― Wisdom of the Poor One of Assisi, The








