Holiness is not a privilege of a few people

Thought of M. Igilda

What a terrible sickness this is Father! I ought not to think any more of the missions, of the missionaries. But then I would be really unhappy because I would have destroyed that which is greatest in me, most beautiful in the world; because I would have put off the very scope of my life.

Missionary! A mysterious word which had the magical power of dispelling every uncertainty, of awakening better hopes.

Leave with courage, not only with courage, but with intimate joy, joy that must come to you from the consciousness of having chosen the best part, of going in God's name, by God's will, with the authority that comes from God to continue the most divine work among the divine of the salvation of souls.

Mary will be our sure guide to God, to be able to live our consecration always better for the mission.

The ardent desire for missionary life was nevertheless fixed in my mind and was tormenting me day and night. M. Igilda

Father, it is better to suffer like this; it is better to be consumed slowly, insensibly by this great missionary longing rather than enjoy a relative tranquillity, without this fire which never ceases to burn.

When the missionary has completed his missionary rounds and retires to the capital of his district, how much peace, how much silence and tranquillity he enjoys! How long he then lingers with the Lord who is there in the Tabernacle of his little church, who is there primarily for him!