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We can keep Christ at a distance by our pretences, or by the disguises we put on in prayer.

Even in our sickness Christ loves us and calls us to trust him and offer up our sufferings in union with Him

If I appear to be useless, Christ loves me in my weakness. All He wants is my willing heart.

Chores are no longer chores, if we work solely for the love of Christ.

If I appear to be useless, Christ loves me in my weakness. All He wants is my willing heart.

When we pray at Mass we are united with Christ in Glory and with the gathering of His saints and the souls of Purgatory

Everyone on earth can choose to call out for God's help, hoping to be heard. Yet those who have been baptised into Christ, made adopted children of God, living in His light, can speak with God as with a friend, and have a sure hope of Heaven, if faithful to the end. Christ's Spirit, living in souls, gives knowledge of God, intimacy, and hope, and is a lamp for the Way.

When we pray in the name of Christ our prayer can enfold the whole world

Christ Himself, in His humility, stoops to help us, again and again; correcting our mistakes - our 'rubbish'.

When we pray in the name of Christ our prayer can enfold the whole world

The more firmly we hold on to Christ, the more surely we can help others through our efforts, in intercession and action.

Christ made me see the gold cloak which I now wear, through His generosity.

One Palm Sunday I saw within my soul Our Lord's terrible cry from the cross. We who are weak can be certain that He has shared our weakness, though not our sinfulness.

Christ showed me the journey we had made together, and - in the distance - the battles I had fought for Him.

Through layer after layer, Christ steered me beyond all images towards God's dark universe within the soul.

Christ taught me to open the "door" of the soul, in prayer, and to let His light shine within.

Christ taught me to meet Him in the most secret place of my heart and soul.

I remember bearing misunderstandings, wanting to love God and my neighbour.

Christ is triumphant at the working of His grace within the repentant soul, which now shines like a bright banner.

I remember steeling my will, and feeding on Christ for survival, in order to do my daily duties.