Let us make use of all possible means of prayer and sacrifices

To live a simple, unpretentious life, happy to be who we are.

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.

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!

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!

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.

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...

The tiny seed was humbly sown and the grace of God made it fruitful.