More of a pamphlet than a book, but it’s a pamphlet that sure packs a punch. There are enough epigrams in this book to fill the home of even the most hoarding of all 70-year old women with hand-embroidered quotes. I’ll do well to fill my mind instead.
St. Bernard is a man after my own heart. He starts with the most basic and natural love (love for self), which is the foundation of the commandment “Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.” As a practical tip for those of us struggling to keep this commandment, St. Bernard says “Wherefore, if any one cannot so love his brethren as to think of their wants, or let us even say of their pleasures, let him deny himself in those very things, in order that he may learn.” And then the part I love, “But if through imparting to our neighbor we bring ourselves to want? Why is our remedy? Prayer…for we cannot doubt that he who giveth to most men more than they need, will willingly give to him who prays for what is indispensable.” No excuses. Take God exactly at His word. Pure, unadulterated gospel living.
He continues, logically and faithfully, from this love of self for one’s own sake (the first degree) to love of God for one’s own sake (the second degree) and to love of God for God’s own sake (the third degree). “First, then, man has some love for God for his own sake…But, let a train of disasters befall and oblige him perpetually to have recourse to God, if he still get the aid he wants, his heart must be of brass or marble not at last to be touched by the goodness of his helper, not to begin at length to love Him for Himself. Let the frequency of trials bring us often to the feet of God, surely it is impossible, but we must begin to know Him, and, knowing Him, must come to discern His sweetness. It soon follows that we are brought to love Him rightly, far more for the sweetness and beauty that we find in Him than for our own self-interest.” Continuing (I love hearing St. Bernard quote scripture - the same scriptures that I read on my iPhone!), “In the words of the Samaritans to the woman: ‘I now believe, not for thy saying; for we ourselves have heard Him, and know that this is indeed the Saviour of the world.’”
In the grand finale, St. Bernard moves on to the fourth, and final, degree of love - the love of self for God’s sake only. “We ought to offer ourselves entirely to Him, studying only His good pleasure, not our own…O complete submission of a disinterested soul; most perfect in that there is no thought of self…To attain to this, is for the soul to be deified; as a small drop of water appears lost if mixed with wine, taking its taste and colour; and as, when plunged into a furnace, a bar of iron seems to lose its nature and assume that of fire; or as the air filled with the sun's beams seems rather to become light than to be illuminated. So it is with the natural life of the Saints; they seem to melt and pass away into the will of God…It is not that human nature will be destroyed, but that it will attain another beauty, a higher power and glory.“
A few more highlights:
- It’s interesting to hear him speak of “infidels” as the extreme example of ungodliness, and yet he says “Where is the infidel who does not know that from [God] alone he has received all that is necessary for life?” and “What man, be he ever so impious, refers the excellence peculiar to the human race to any other but to [God]?” Either the world is a very different place today or St. Bernard was simply naive of the infidels’ recognition of God (or lack thereof). I would love to do a study of religiosity or spirituality throughout history to find out if not believing in God has ever been as acceptable or common as it is today.
- In mentioning the infidel, St. Bernard says “He knows less of God than we do, therefore it is no wonder he should love Him less.” That’s it! That’s the key to the whole shebang - if we want to love God more, we need but learn more of God, for God IS love.
- “They who disdain to accept of anything from the stream of passing pleasure, enjoy abundantly, in hope, those joys which shall last for ever. Such are they who seek the face of the Lord, the God of Jacob, and not themselves. The thought of God is sweet to those who sigh after Him, and with every breath recall His presence; but, far from appeasing their hunger for Him, it increases it“ and “It is impossible, poor slaves, to toil for this world’s riches, and also to glory in the Cross of our Savior Jesus Christ; at the same time to desire and labour for earthly things and to taste the sweetness of our Lord.” After reading these, I’m ready to shave my hair into a little ring around a bald pate, don a brown robe and rope belt, and take off for the nearest 14th century monastery. Even as I reach for my razor, I hear Alma’s voice echo in the back of my head “But behold, I am a man, and do sin in my wish; for I ought to be content with the things which the Lord hath allotted unto me.” Praise be to God for knowing and always meting out the good that I need.
- The importance of always remembering Him. “We, if we desire that Christ should come to us and abide in us, must fill our hearts full of the thoughts of His death and resurrection and of faithful recollection of the mercy and the power of which by them He has given us proof…On earth there is but the memory of the Bridegroom; in heaven, His perpetual Presence. This is the glory of those who have already arrived in port; and that the consolation of those still buffeting with the waves.” Also “But the believing soul sighs with all her heart after God, and dwells upon the thought of Him; she glories in the disgrace of the Cross, so long as she cannot see her Savior face to face.” Lastly, “Neither Jews nor Pagans feel the pang of love as the Church does, who says: ‘Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with fruits: because I languish with love.’…She sees the Only-begotten of the Father staggering under the weight of the cross; the God of all majesty discoloured by blows, covered with spittings; the Author of life and of glory hung upon nails, pierced with a lance and reviled, giving His dear soul for His friends. Gazing on this she feels the sword of love pierce through her heart, and cries out: ‘Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with fruits, for I languish with love.’ The pomegranates which the Bride, led into the garden of her Beloved, delights to gather on the tree of life have the taste of the Bread of Heaven and the colour of the Blood of Christ.”