"But the wretchedness and weakness of our flesh, which does not allow us to believe what we teach, is to be deplored. For we have the Word, and we know that it is true and immovable. In use and practice, however, faith totters and trembles pitiably. Accordingly, it is a great favor on God’s part that He has shown us this consolation: “A dimly burning wick I will not quench” (cf. Is. 42:3). On the Last Day we will accuse ourselves, blame our impatience, and say: “If I were still permitted to live my former life, I would not refuse to suffer a thousand deaths and crosses.” But now is the time to stir up our heart to patience and obedience.
But the Lord takes pity on our weakness and loads us with countless favors beyond our merit and thought. Thus Augustine’s mother testifies that a greater abundance was given to her by God than she dared ask for.She prayed and sobbed for her son, only that he should be baptized. But after his baptism she was very glad to die, for she was content with this gift and the conversion of her son. She thought that satisfaction had been given to her prayer. But after her death Augustine became an illustrious and distinguished teacher of the church who freed countless souls from many errors and was second only to the apostles in conquering so many monstrous heretics. The tears and sobs of his mother undoubtedly achieved this. Ah, our God is a fine God, if only we could believe it!"
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