SPANISH MARTYRS – ALL FOR GOD

Twenty days later it was time for thirteen more Oblates to hear their names shouted from a loudspeaker. On November 28, 1936, they were taken from their jail and led to Paracuellos de Jarama where they were executed. They were:

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You, you alone will be the sole object to which will tend all my affections and my every action. To please you, act for your glory, will be my daily task, the task of every moment of my life. I wish to live only for you, I wish to love you alone and all else in you and through you. I despise riches, I trample honours under foot; you are my all, replacing all else. My God, my love and my all: Deus meus et omnia.

Eugene de Mazenod

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1 Response to SPANISH MARTYRS – ALL FOR GOD

  1. Eleanor Rabnett, Oblate Associate says:

    I love this tender prayer said by Eugene. Similar to one that I would say silently every day for quite a few years before meeting Eugene. The joy in hearing the paraphrasing of my hearts song on the lips of another, a saint no less. There was that kind of ‘instant recognition’ of myself in the other, to discover in Eugene, as I had in Paul something akin to my reality.

    I think of how over the years You have raised me in love and it has been You who have taught me to pray. You filled my heart with such a deep burning love and desire for more. You took my hand and brought me to see your Cross, telling me to sit at the foot. You pointed out how I might look out through Your eyes and see all those you love, particularly your poor, in whom I recognized myself. Time and again you called out my name, called my Your beloved, pulled me back when I got turned around and away from You. You embraced me and gave me the world to love, always teaching me, guiding me, showing me the way. You’ve given me Your loved ones, to inspire and teach and support me as I walk, ensuring that I do not feel too alone. Even the nudge, the desire to give all that I am, toute ce que je suis, to You is but another gift of Your love.

    There is a part of my heart, which only You can know, that whispers I too would like to be like those Spanish Martyrs and truly give my life for You. I do not know if I could do that, but if You want it, then take me as You would. It seems though that You are content with me as You have made me. You fill me in every way imaginable, You are with me always, I need only to look up and it is Your face I behold. You are my beginning as You will be my end.

    I dare to borrow the words of Eugene; My God, my love and my all!

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