St Bonaventure Receiving Communion from the Hands of an Angel
Herrera the Elder, 1628
Musée du Louvre, Paris
Herrera the Elder, 1628
Musée du Louvre, Paris
In offering counsel to a Poor Clare nun on how to make
progress in the spiritual life, Bonaventure writes
movingly and beautifully:
Since fervour of devotion is nourished and preserved in us
by a frequent return of our thoughts to the passion of Christ, anyone who
wishes to keep the flame of ardour alive within himself should frequently — or
rather, incessantly — contemplate in his heart Christ dying upon the cross.
That is why the Lord said
of old: The fire on the altar
is to be kept burning; it must not go out. Every morning the
priest shall put firewood on it.
Listen, devout Mother: your heart is the altar of God. It is here that the
fire of intense love must burn always. You are to feed it every day with the
wood of the cross of Christ and the commemoration of His passion. The prophet
Isaias says (12:3): You shall draw waters with joy out of the
Saviour’s fountains; meaning that whoever wishes to obtain from
God the waters of grace, the waters of devotion, the waters of tears, must draw
from the fountains which are the five wounds of Christ.
Therefore, let your love lead your steps to Jesus wounded,
to Jesus crowned with thorns, to Jesus fastened upon the gibbet of the cross.
Not only see in His hands the print of the nails, with the apostle Thomas, not
only put your finger into the place of the nails, not only put your hand into
His side, but enter with your whole being through the door of His side into
Jesus’ heart itself. There, transformed into Christ by your burning love for
the Crucified, pierced by the nails of the fear of God, wounded by the spear of
superabounding love, transfixed by the sword of intimate compassion, seek
nothing, desire nothing, wish for no consolation, other than to be able to die
with Christ on the cross. Then you may cry out with the Apostle Paul: With Christ, I am nailed to the cross. It
is no longer I that live, but Christ lives in me.
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