Well actually, as he tells the story, Therese is the funny one . . . Here's how it goes:
From Conversations (430), 12 April 1946: Marcel: Mother, today little Jesus speaks to me no more. I feel very sad. Yesterday, dear Mother, I had an insane wish to laugh. Do you know why? At supper time, during grace before the meal, I saw coming, I do not know from where, my sister Therese who tapped me on the shoulder, looked me full in the face with a comical expression, then, laughing, said to me: 'Little brother, so you are anxious? Come then, let me see this sadness which always troubles you so.' Then, grabbing my sighs in one of her hands, she threw them to the ground and said, smiling: 'These careworn sighs are of no use to little Jesus.' And that is all. I so wanted to laugh that it was impossible for me to say my grace. My sister Therese concentrates a lot on cheering me up. Although she acts quite naturally, it is, nevertheless, very amusing; like the time when she covered one eye just to make me laugh. I am sure that, in the past, she was more mischievous than me and that is the reason why she succeeds in making me happy. + + + Oh adorable little brother! I, too, am sure that Therese was very mischievous. But more mischievous than you? That I'm not so sure of! I do know that you both are darling, and now that you've joined our sister in Heaven, it must be that you, too, concentrate a lot on cheering us up. Because when I opened your book today (in my holy hour, no less), I had no idea what you would say. You started with your sadness, so you can guess I had no idea that laughter was coming next! Ah, but Therese throwing your careworn sighs to the ground - I love it! Please throw our careworn sighs to the ground too! And if you can, procure from us some fresh sighs - sighs of love! - so that little Jesus will have at least some use for the very little ways we know how to pray. We have so little, but with your help we can give Him a glance, a sigh, perhaps a smile even, but only if you concentrate on cheering us up a lot! We love you, dear Jesus, and we beg You to cast Your sighs of love, Your glances, Your smiles upon us too. We await Your love! We even have five words to tell you so: Draw me, we will run! And if you, dear reader, came here looking for Marcel's Book Club, it's in the post below this one! I just couldn't resist sharing our brother's laughter and our sister's mischief with you today. May they, those two imps (not chimps! imps! though they are more fun than a barrel of monkeys!) bring a smile to your face today, and laughter to your heart! Comments are closed.
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