Jesus Caritas

Charles calls on Our Lady of Perpetual Help

What I am dreaming of is something very simple and small in numbers, something to resemble those simple communities of the Church’s early days. To lead the life of Nazareth, working humbly and contemplating Jesus, a little family, a little monastic household, something very small and simple.

Truly believe, with the faith which knows that nothing is impossible, which makes words like worry, danger or fear, lose all meaning.

It is love that should recollect you in me interiorly and not being far from my children. See me in them, like me at Nazareth live close to them, lost in God.

God, if you exist, let me know you.

It's the same thing every day, poor people, sick people, one after the other. I reproach myself interiorly for not spending enough time in prayer and purely spiritual things. By day people never stop knocking at my door, and at night when it would be a good time for it I fall asleep like a wretch.

O my God, how closely you were keeping me under your wings when I did not even believe you existed!

To pray means to gaze at you endlessly. How can the one who loves do otherwise than to be turned towards their loved one?