La Praz had been able to write two short “Notes” for the monthly
“Controverses” under the pen name “Sacerdos”.
HAIL, O CROSS
N° 37 October 1991)
Do you know, my friend, that
I too went about wounded, the heart ulcerated and the soul flinching
when I saw the Cross of my Saviour blazing with light.
I saw it shining in space
with a radiance of hope, of love and of faith and I understood that
it was my only hope, the pledge of my salvation and the sign by
which God will recognise His own, those who will have kept the Faith.
Yes, I salute that Cross
of my Jesus, which is the sign of predestination and I desire it
as the necessary weapon for me to win Heaven and I love it more
because without it, it is impossible to appear in the Heavenly Fatherland.
Hail, O Cross!
Yes, that Cross of Jesus
who is my companion, if sometimes its weight oppresses and crushes
me, a look cast towards the crucified Master, a sigh of my soul
to Him, Who has said “ask and you shall receive” fills me
with strength, courage and consolation.
Hail, O Cross!
Yes, my friend, that Cross
of Jesus which the world rejects, may you have knowledge of it because
it can only be in the sacrifice of self, that you will find resignation
Be fearless, my friend, take
courage, for only the ardent soul receives the grace of exclaiming:
Hail, O Cross!
La Praz with Archbishop Lefebvre and the team of Tradiffusion -
Controverses, Bulle, December 20th, 1990
(Controverses N° 38, November 1991)
It is while the leaves of
autumn litter the paths and the wind blows loudly that I take up
my pen again for you my friend that the knelling of the November
bells throws into melancholy.
Sorrowful reminiscences of
a past forever blown away, tarnished joys which will never again
elate your soul, holy tendernesses, the kiss of a child, the month
of the holy souls speaks to you of all that which no longer exists!
One by one you have seen
the green branches of your hopes shed their leaves; one by one those
whom you have known have been laid in the tomb.
Ah! If everything finished
with the earth, what is left for him who alone remains?
But the procession of the
departed is not over and done with; each one of them in passing
near us murmurs a word of hope and we will meet again in the heavenly
home. Ravishing delights of an eternal reunion; the union of souls
in peace truly is an immeasurable bliss. Holy effusion of an earthly
love purified and hence- forth without tribulations, all is ennobled
in an unchangeable love.
Those who query the next
world, have they ever loved?
Painful experience when death
has appeared. It has stricken violently and you were left without
thought as stunned by the shock, the mind refusing to reflect, the
heart feeling the awful abandonments and you ask why continue to
live, why talk again… Why?
At times when certain souls
are no longer sufficiently Christian, it is the silent complaint,
it is the desolation when it is not indifference or despondency.
All these sorrows are some of the great pitfalls of the Christian
And yet, who has not lived
these troubled hours when suddenly the irreparable rises up before
your eyes, when one touches the emptiness of human affections?
Get up, afflicted soul, look
up high! Heaven, yes, there only should you direct your gaze, your
sighs, your hopes and above all you must pray for those deceased
who have also passed from this earth, they too have navigated on
the river of time.
The world which Christ has
cursed, shows them its grandeurs, its riches, its voluptuous pleasures
and thrown suddenly, they see nothing but eternity. Death will be
their last transition.
They await you in the beyond,
they ardently hope for your prayers and sacrifices because you alone
can still do something for them. You have a family there- above
where one is loved with a pure love because selfishness is no longer
which can lessen the affections, no more frailty or inconstancy
to discourage. No more ambition or pride to overcome or to sadden
the soul seeking fidelity.
The bond of that family intensifies
unceasingly in the adoration and the love of God, of God who is
the hearth where the eternal affections are kindled. Unite your
strength and your prayers in an intercourse with Heaven and it is
then that your soul will find again peace, in the expectation of