By Socrates Aristotle
The heart has written them in the spirit of love instead of ink, in the breath of God. Such a text (simplified) is what follows, from the fiery furnace of St. John Chrysostom. The Lord Jesus Christ is presented to the soul that loves to weep with her.
"I am your father, I and your brother; I and the bridegroom and the root of your life and the support; I am everything to you for whatever you want; do not ask anyone for help. I will serve you, not to be served. I am also your friend, your member, your head, your brother and your sister; I am your mother; I am everything to you. Just be intimate with me. I was hungry for you and for your sake I became a stranger who had nowhere to rest like a bum; for you I went up to the cross, I went down to the grave. In heaven for you I am ambassador to the father, and for you from the father I have come down to earth ambassador. To me you are everything and brother and together we will share the inheritance of the father; you are both my friend and my member. What more do you want? Why do you avoid the one who loves you so much? why do you get lost in the world? why do you pump in a jar? "
My dear brothers and sisters, welcome. Whichever soul understands it, it will enclose happiness within it.