Sunday, August 22, 2010

Sunday, God's own feast-day

...Although big feasts did not often occur, there was one, very dear to me, that each week brought round - Sunday. It was the day of rest, God's own feast-day. The happy day was over all too soon, and so was tinged with melancholy. Until Compline my happiness was complete, but as soon as the evening office had been said, my heart grew sad. i thought of the morrow, when ordinary life would begin again, with work to be done and lessons to be learnt. This world seemed a land of exile and I longed for eternal rest, for the Sunday which would have no sunset in our own true home-land... (St Therese)

Picture represents colonial style painting of Our Lady of Mt Carmel with the Saints - Brooklyn Museum