October 26, 2021 | Miles Christi
Yes, our times are challenging. However, we know that we are not alone. In our weakness we should go to our Father in Heaven Who always listens to our pleas. The abbot of the Benedictine monastery of Sainte-Madeleine of Le Barroux, France, F. Louis Marie, O.S.B., wrote a beautiful prayer that we want to share with you, and that we whole-heartedly embrace. It is a prayer which, commenting on Psalm 3, identifies today’s many enemies of the Cross of Christ, describes their terrible consequences in souls, in society, and, finally, makes a firm act of hope in God and in the help of His grace.
O Lord, how many are my foes! Many are rising against me! “Yes, Lord, I am calling to You, I raise my glance toward You, because the enemies of the Church are terribly numerous: the mass media, freemasonry, counter-culture, the laws promoting abortion, euthanasia, contraception, divorce, […] the hiring of wombs, the mercantile manufacturing of children, gender theory, new pedagogy, the idolatry of sports, the power of money, atheism, and Islamist violence. How numerous they are, Lord! It is not only Your Church, but also men and society at large that are threatened by the new and frightening slavery of minds.
Many are saying of me, there is no help for him in God. “The great temptation, Lord, is to believe that You cannot save man. Salvation will come from man, they say. Salvation will come from our laws and our technology. We will make peace reign via finance, artificial intelligence, modified genes, and the rewriting of history. We will impose togetherness via superficial well-meaning and rootlessness. No more transcendence! We will manufacture a new man without a nature, without morals, no defined sex, no history, and no vocation but to be constantly stronger and more efficient.
But you, O Lord, are a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter of my head. “Yes, Lord, my hope is in You. You who chose the Hebrew people and released it from the slavery of Egypt. You sent Your Son, who died and rose again for us. You revealed to us the way to take part in Your beatific life. You are our glory, our life, our happiness. You instituted Your Holy Church and in each age of the history of the saints You have raised up a minority which relies on You and who, humbly and courageously, fosters Your reign. How could we not raise our head when thinking of the little children of Fatima who changed the course of history?
I cry aloud to the Lord, and he answers me from his holy mountain. “Lord, I let myself call out to You, along with Abraham, Moses, and all the prophets. I dare call out to You with Christ, He whose plea was answered because of His piety. If I cannot rise to You, if I cannot cross the abyss, yet my voice reaches through. I know that You are listening. I know that You expect this cry as an initial cooperation. I know indeed that You expect from all of us resolutions, a conversion, and the imitation of Your Son Jesus, who preached, cured, nourished, and released souls from the devil. But mostly You are waiting for us to find our support in the grace which comes from on high, from the holy mountain. Lord, please grant to Your Church religious who devote their life to crying out day and night, men and women who cry out, for those who do not.
I lie down and sleep, I wake again, for the Lord sustains me. “Lord, I believe in You. I trust You. I hope against all hope. Like Christ on the cross, I can persevere unto death. I know that You will not abandon us. We may fall very low—but may it be into Your hands. You will awaken us, as You raised Christ from the dead, who sent His apostles to convert the nations.” Arise, O Lord!