Showing posts with label Sloth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sloth. Show all posts

Thursday, July 17, 2014

QUOTATION: How Not to Pursue Holiness


The mistake is, that some indeed wish to become saints, but after their own fashion; they would love Jesus Christ, but in their own way, without forsaking those diversions, that vanity of dress, those delicacies in food : they love God, but if they do not succeed in obtaining such or such an office, they live discontented; if, too, they happen to be touched in point of esteem, they are all on fire; if they do not recover from an illness, they lose all patience. They love God; but they refuse to let go that attachment for the riches, the honors of the world, for the vainglory of being reckoned of good family, of great learning, and better than others. Such as these practise prayer, and frequent Holy Communion; but inasmuch as they take with them hearts full of earth, they derive little profit. Our Lord does not even speak to them, for he knows that it is but a waste of words.

--St. Alphonsus Liguori, The Holy Eucharist

Saturday, April 19, 2014

QUOTATION: Lack of Resolve

St. Alphonsus Liguori

The slothful man is ever desiring, but never resolves to take the means suitable to his state of life to become a saint. He says: "Oh, if I were but in solitude, and not in this house! Oh, if I could but go and reside in another monastery, I would give myself entirely up to God!" And meanwhile he cannot support a certain companion; he cannot put up with a word of contradiction; he is dissipated about many useless cares; he commits a thousand faults of gluttony, of curiosity, and of pride; and yet he sighs loud to the wind: "Oh, if I had but!" or "Oh, if I could I but!" etc. Such desires do more harm than good; be cause some regale themselves upon them, and in the meantime go on leading a life of imperfection.

--St. Alphonsus Liguori, The Holy Eucharist

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

QUOTATION: Graces

Wherefore I choke with grief, that when so many blessings are laid before us, we are slothful, and despise them; we use every exertion to have splendid houses here, but how to gain in heaven so much as a little resting-place, we care not, we think not.

--St. John Chrysostom