I trust in you, my God

I tried to sacrifice every desire of mine, any little satisfaction, in order to keep company with the missionaries in the hardships of their apostolic life. To suffer for them, to suffer with them. M. Igilda  

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!

We are missionaries and as such must be ready for anything to contribute to the salvation of souls and the coming of the Kingdom of God on earth.

We make sure that, like a seed, it germinates and bears fruit in us and, thanks to its profound unity with the Eucharist, transforms us into Christ, Bread for the life of all.

The excavations for the foundations of buildings are filled up with building materials; those of the Works of God must be filled with daily sacrifices accepted and accomplished with love.

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

I have repeatedly offered myself to Jesus for all that he wants of me. I feel a great desire for holiness, and I have a clear un-derstanding of my own nothingness

If the missionary is a man of faith, how many graces can he then obtain for himself and for the souls entrusted to him, how many graces can he store up to bring his projects to a successful conclusion, to make his apostolic endeavours prosper!