THOSE WHO ARE MOVING TOWARDS HUDSON’S BAY DELIGHT ONE WITH THE STORY OF THEIR ADVENTURES.
What can I say of our men in Oregon and on the shores of the Red River? For food they have a little bacon, they have no bed but the bare ground, and with that they are content and happy as men who are doing the will of God. Fr. Ricard who was dying when he left has regained his health and the last time he wrote to me he said that he had not even had a day’s cold although he was sleeping at night under the stars and often lying in mud.
Those who are moving towards Hudson’s Bay, with cold weather registering 30 degrees, dragged by dogs across the ice, forced to make a hole in the snow in order to pass the night with the snow as their bed, delight one with the story of their adventures.
Letter to Fr. Étienne Semeria, 17 August 1848, EO IV (Ceylon) n 4
REFLECTION
When one is enthralled by the power of the Cross, everything is possible to endure!
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I think of Eugene and his founding community sharing their first experiences of moving into the Carmelite house which was barely more than a hallway and a room. The beginning of an adventure which was to last them a life-time along with the many of us who follow them.
I remember finding myself at the knees of Albert Lacombe, listening to him share the story of his life. Is this not how we come together each day as we sit at the knees of St. Eugene and our brothers and sisters listening and sharing to the many adventures of our lives?
This is not a journey for the weak-hearted. My experience of that image of St. Eugene standing tall with his left arm pushing outward. upward and holding out the cross. The Cross – an invitation to new life. Each day an adventure – with only love and the cross as our banner and our staff.