WHEN WE CONSIDER with a
religious seriousnesse the manifold weaknesses of the strongest devotions in
time of Prayer, it is a sad consideration. I throw my selfe downe in my
Chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they
are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a Flie, for the
ratling of a Coach, for the whining of a doore, I talke on, in the same
posture of praying; Eyes lifted up; knees bowed downe; as though I prayed to
God; and, if God, or his Angels should aske me, when I thought last of God in
that prayer, I cannot tell: Sometimes I finde that I had forgot what I was
about, but when I began to forget it, I cannot tell. A memory of yesterdays
pleasures, a feare of to morrows dangers. A straw under my knee, a noise in
mine eare, a light in mine eye,. an any thing, a nothing, a fancy, a Chimera
in my braine, troubles me in my prayer. So certainly is there nothing,
nothing in spirituall things, perfect in this world.
[LXXX. Sermons (80), 1640]
The Study has been
prepared by Father Lance McAdam
who entered into rest July 14, 2003
May his soul, and the souls of all
the departed rest in peace.
And light perpetual shine upon him.