His Unquenchable Fire

I sometimes think about the cross
And shut my eyes and try to see

The cruel nails, the crown of thorns
And Jesus crucified for me;

But even could I see Him die,
I would but see a little part

Of that great love, which like a fire,
Was always burning in His heart.

Bernard of Clairvaux

Well said, St. Bernard. Now it’s our turn to seek and see.

—j

St. Bernard Was Not A Dog

Bernard of Clairvaux was sainted because he loved Jesus, but everyone who follows Jesus is a saint, too. How can you tell? They are completely taken by Him, they do what He says because they love Him and they are thankful—really thankful. Like St. Bernard…

What language shall I borrow to thank You, dearest Friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end;
O, make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be;
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love for Thee.
I sometimes think about the cross and shut my eyes and try to see
The cruel nails, the crown of thorns and Jesus crucified for me;
But even could I see Him die, I would but see a little part
Of that great love, which like a fire, was always burning in His heart.
Bernard of Clairvaux

Thank you, Jesus.

—j