It Is Sweet To Be

My Desires Seem Especially To Be After Weanedness From The World, Perfect Deadness To It, And That I May Be Crucified To All Its Allurements. My Soul Desires To Feel Itself More Of A Pilgrim And A Stranger Here Below, That Nothing May Divert Me From Pressing Through The Lonely Desert, Till I Arrive At My Father's House.

I Cared Not Where Or How I Lived, Or What Hardships I Went Through, So I Could But Gain Souls To Christ

I Longed To Be A Flame Of Fire Continually Glowing In The Divine Service And Building Up Of Christ's Kingdom To My Last And Dying Breath.

It Is Remarkable That God Began This Work Among The Indians At A Time When I Had The Least Hope, And To My Apprehension The Least Rational Prospect Of Success.

It Is Impossible For Any Rational Creature To Be Happy Without Acting All For God. God Himself Could Not Make Him Happy Any Other Way... There Is Nothing In The World Worth Living For But Doing Good And Finishing God's Work, Doing The Work That Christ Did. I See Nothing Else In The World That Can Yield Any Satisfaction Besides Living To God, Pleasing Him, And Doing His Whole Will.