A lift for the small
What becomes of the call to holiness for someone who sees a grain of sand beside the saints' mountain? The answer here is to stop climbing and let oneself be carried.
Measured against the saints, Thérèse found herself too small for what she called the rough stairway of perfection, and she refused to give up on holiness for that. In an age of inventions, she reasoned, the rich no longer climb stairs but take a lift. Hers was the arms of Jesus, and the one condition for riding it was to stay small: to trust rather than pile up merit. The same thought shapes her offering of 1895, made to God's merciful love rather than to his justice, and her wish to come before him with empty hands.
- humility
- trust
- divine love
- divine mercy
- grace
- divine grace
- childhood
- hope
- salvation
Enter a dialogue
- Too small for the rough stairway of perfection, you looked for a lift, and it was Christ's arms. Why must a person stay small to ride it?
- You called yourself a little bird with an eagle's eyes but not its wings. What can someone do whose longing outruns their strength?
- As a child you seized a basket of doll clothes crying 'I choose everything,' and refused to be a saint by halves. How is that staying small?
- Someone looks back on a life and finds almost nothing good to show God. Why did you want to arrive before him with empty hands?
- You offered yourself to the child Jesus as a worthless little ball, to throw, pierce or leave in a corner. What freedom lies in that?