This is my favorite book. I don't think there will be another book out there that will hit me like this one did. I read The Veil of Veronica at a time in my life that mirrored my spiritual journey. After reading many non-fiction theology books this year and last, I have been craving a fiction that brings the spiritual battles we face daily with the throes of life.
This book delivered. I rented it from the library. This is the first book that I want to purchase and read again and again each year.
On Grace
pg. 256 - "The rest of my story, in so far as it concerns myself, resolves itself into one thing only. There exists for every human being a history of his life and a history of his soul, but there exists for each also a history of his soul with God. And this last, however curiously woven it may seem to be with the other two, is always at bottom a simple tale that follows its own straight path. For it is not so much a question of our fighting our way through to God, as of God fighting His way through to us, and ultimately everything seems to happen outside and above ourselves.¨
On Sorrow
pg. 266 - ¨I felt the Cross of our Lord´s love as something that applied to me personally in quite a special way. It was that fateful solemn hour in which the soul realises for the first time that the Divine love demands to be loved not only with happiness, nay, not only with love, but also with suffering, even as itself became suffering, and that just as with the Divine love everything hangs on this, so with the soul does everything depend on this last absoluteness of love.¨
On Loving your Neighbor
pg. 279 - ¨Often she told me to get out of her sight, that she never wanted to set eyes on me again. But when I sent Giulietta to take my place, she drove the willing girl away and insisted that I was to wait on her. It was as if something similar were taking place in her to what had happened before, when she went on perpetually talking about the Church after she had fallen away from it, and as if the whole process she went through then were now being reversed. This thought gave me great consolation; as did also the fact that my aunt confined her attacks to me. It was for me a constant source of mingled hope and happiness to be able to feel that I could in a way shield our Lord from the hostility which she in reality meant for Him, and, as it were, take upon myself the heavy cross which He had to bear on account of this soul; and I hoped, too, that I might thereby, perhaps, be helping towards the salvation of that soul itself.¨
On Prayer, Intercession, Hope, Purpose
pg. 281 - ¨Just recently I had come across the finely carved Crucifix which my aunt had banished from her room - I found it stuck away in an inaccessible plank partition in the loft. It now hung over my bed, as it had once hung over hers, and whenever I looked at it, it always seemed to me the visible symbol of everything that was fighting in my soul for the destiny of hers.¨
On the Spiritual Battle that is waged daily
pg. 299 - ¨Suddenly I felt how the strange priest was fighting for her soul, as if against a mysterious peril that was again raising itself up in the depths of her contrition. ´No, my daughter,´ he said in a quiet, almost matter-of-fact tone of voice, ¨you have not offended God more grievously than have countless other people: remain humble even in the acknowledgement of your guilt! Grace alone has been great in your life-there is nothing great anywhere save grace! Sin itself, your sin, is small and common. It is something that happens daily, it is the terrible strength of that which in actual fact has no strength-it is the sin of the world generally....¨
The confession of Aunt Edelgart at the end is reason enough to put this book on your to-read shelf.
Thank you, Gertrud von le Fort. Thank you for responding to the Grace of God and writing this book. Your words have spoken to my soul who longs for Love. This is a great weapon for me in my daily battle to have not I live but Christ live withing me.