Father, it is better to suffer like this

I trust in you, my God, make my life a small instrument in your hands for the salvation of souls.

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

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.

Jesus in the Holy Eucharist, that is the secret of our perseverance in our vocation. He gave Himself, He gives Himself to the missionary wherever he goes, wherever he is, so as not to leave him alone and without comfort He shares his poverty, his loneliness... He gave Himself to the Missionary without reserve, for ever and without repentance to perform sublime works of redemption and sanctificatio...

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!

I have found near the Tabernacle the strength I needed. I felt in prayer and surrender to God a new impulse, a deep desire for not leaving a stone unturned.

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.

May Baby Jesus bring to your heart the true light and the peace which the mouth of the angels announced to the people of good will. M. G. Dones