The divine action continues to write in the hearts of men the work begun by the holy Scriptures, but the characters made use of in this writing will not be visible till the day of judgment.
"Jesus Christ yesterday, to-day, and for ever" (
The Holy Spirit has pointed out in infallible and incontestable
characters, some moments in that ocean of time, in the Sacred
Scriptures. In them we see by what secret and mysterious ways He has brought Jesus before the world. Amidst the confusion
of the races of men can be distinguished the origin, race, and
genealogy of this, the first-born. The whole of the Old Testament is but an outline of the profound mystery of this divine
work; it contains only what is necessary to relate concerning
the advent of Jesus Christ. The Holy Spirit has kept all the
rest hidden among the treasures of His wisdom. From this
ocean of the divine activity He only allows a tiny stream to
escape, and this stream having gained its way to Jesus is lost
in the Apostles, and has been engulfed in the Apocalypse;
so that the history of this divine activity consisting of the life
of Jesus in the souls of the just to the end of time, can only be
divined by faith. As the truth of God has been made known by
word of mouth, so His charity is manifested by action. The Holy
Spirit continues to carry on the work of our Saviour. While
helping the Church to preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ, He writes
His own Gospel in the hearts of the just. All their actions,
every moment of their lives, are the Gospel of the Holy Spirit.
The souls of the saints are the paper, the sufferings and actions
the ink. The Holy Spirit with the pen of His power writes a
living Gospel, but a Gospel that cannot be read until it has left
the press of this life, and has been published on the day of eternity. Oh! great history! grand book written by the Holy
Spirit in this present time! It is still in the press. There is
never a day when the type is not arranged, when the ink is not
applied, or the pages are not primed. We are still in the dark
night of faith. The paper is blacker than the ink, and there is
great confusion in the type. It is written in characters of another
world and there is no understanding it except in Heaven. If we
could see the life of God, and behold all creatures, not as they are
in themselves, but as they exist in their first cause; and if again
we could see the life of God in all His creatures, and could understand how the divine action animates them, and impels them
all to press forward by different ways to the same goal, we should
realize that all has a meaning, a measure, a connexion in this
divine work. But how can we read a book the characters of
which are foreign to us, the letters innumerable, the type reversed, and the pages blotted with ink? If the transposition
of twenty-five letters is incomprehensible as sufficing for the composition of a well-nigh infinite number of different volumes, each
admirable of its kind, who can explain the works of God in the
universe? Who can read and understand the meaning of so
vast a book in which there is no letter but has its particular
character, and encloses in its apparent insignificance the most
profound mysteries? Mysteries can neither be seen nor felt,
they are objects of faith. Faith judges of their virtue and truth
"Teach me, divine Spirit, to read in this book of life. I desire to become Your disciple and, like a little child, to believe what I cannot understand, and cannot see. Sufficient for me that it is my Master who speaks. He says that! He pronounces this! He arranges the letters in such a fashion! He makes Himself heard in such a manner! That is enough. I decide that all is exactly as He says. I do not see the reason, but He is the infallible truth, therefore all that He says, all that He does is true. He groups His letters to form a word, and different letters again to form another word. There may be three only, or six; then no more are necessary, and fewer would destroy the sense. He who reads the thoughts of men is the only one who can bring these letters together, and write the words. All has meaning, all has perfect sense, This line ends here because He makes it do so. Not a comma is missing, and there is no unnecessary full-stop. At present I believe, but in the glory to come when so many mysteries will be revealed, I shall see plainly what now I so little understand.
Then what appears to me at present so intricate, so perplexing, so foolish, so inconsistent, so imaginary; will all be entrancing and will delight me eternally by the beauty, order, knowledge, wisdom, and the incomprehensible wonders it will all display."