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So, I’m a bit puzzled with this account of St. Teresa of Avila’s ecstasy (taken from her own biography)…
“I saw in his hand (referring to an angel which appeared to her) a long spear of gold, and at the iron’s point there seemed to be a little fire. He appeared to me to be thrusting it at times into my heart, and to pierce my very entrails; when he drew it out, he seemed to draw them out also, and to leave me all on fire with a great love of God. The pain was so great, that it made me moan; and yet so surpassing was the sweetness of this excessive pain, that I could not wish to be rid of it. The soul is satisfied now with nothing less than God. The pain is not bodily, but spiritual; though the body has its share in it. It is a caressing of love so sweet which now takes place between the soul and God, that I pray God of His goodness to make him experience it who may think that I am lying.”
I’m trying to understand the implications of what is being said here. The saints would agree that there is a deep, profound joy involved in going through hardships, patiently enduring sufferings, out of obedience and love of God, Who at times chooses not to remove sufferings in order to allow us opportunities to grow in holiness. Yet, (and this is certainly my experience) that I don’t, as a result, enjoy the suffering itself and the sensations they cause. That would be along the lines of sadism. At least in the way she writes of this experience, it seems to me that she pleasured in the sensation of the pain itself. Saying that the pain of her entrails falling out was “sweet” reads a bit strange to the sensibilities of this age. Any thoughts?
Pax Christi
“I saw in his hand (referring to an angel which appeared to her) a long spear of gold, and at the iron’s point there seemed to be a little fire. He appeared to me to be thrusting it at times into my heart, and to pierce my very entrails; when he drew it out, he seemed to draw them out also, and to leave me all on fire with a great love of God. The pain was so great, that it made me moan; and yet so surpassing was the sweetness of this excessive pain, that I could not wish to be rid of it. The soul is satisfied now with nothing less than God. The pain is not bodily, but spiritual; though the body has its share in it. It is a caressing of love so sweet which now takes place between the soul and God, that I pray God of His goodness to make him experience it who may think that I am lying.”
I’m trying to understand the implications of what is being said here. The saints would agree that there is a deep, profound joy involved in going through hardships, patiently enduring sufferings, out of obedience and love of God, Who at times chooses not to remove sufferings in order to allow us opportunities to grow in holiness. Yet, (and this is certainly my experience) that I don’t, as a result, enjoy the suffering itself and the sensations they cause. That would be along the lines of sadism. At least in the way she writes of this experience, it seems to me that she pleasured in the sensation of the pain itself. Saying that the pain of her entrails falling out was “sweet” reads a bit strange to the sensibilities of this age. Any thoughts?
Pax Christi