Urged to reflect upon myself, I entered under your guidance O eternal Truth, true Love, and beloved Accordingly I looked for a way to gain the strength I needed <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The gives to us today in the Office of Readings the following from the Confessions of Saint Augustine of Hippo, whose feast we celebrate today. These are some of the most moving words of the great Augustine! If you have not read the Confessions I urge you to do so; I have always felt thus, … Continue reading Saint Augustine of Hippo<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[1710,2103],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25779"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=25779"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25779\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25779"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25779"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25779"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}![\"St](\"https:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/St%20Augustine%27s%20Triumph%20CCoello.jpg\")
\nthe innermost places of my being; but only because you had become my helper was
\nI able to do so. I entered, then, and with the vision of my spirit, such as it
\nwas, I saw the incommutable light far above my spiritual ken and transcending
\nmy mind: not this common light which every carnal eye can see, nor any light of
\nthe same order; but greater, as though this common light were shining much more
\npowerfully, far more brightly, and so extensively as to fill the universe. The
\nlight I saw was not the common light at all, but something different, utterly
\ndifferent, from all those things. Nor was it higher than my mind in the sense
\nthat oil floats on water or the sky is above the earth; it was exalted because
\nthis very light made me, and I was below it because by it I was made. Anyone who
\nknows truth knows this light.<\/p>\n
\nEternity, you are my God, and for you I sigh day and night. As I first began to
\nknow you, you lifted me up and showed me that, while that which I might see
\nexists indeed, I was not yet capable of seeing it. Your rays beamed intensely
\non me, beating back my feeble gaze, and I trembled with love and dread. I knew
\nmyself to be far away from you in a region of unlikeness, and I seemed to hear
\nyour voice from on high: “I am the food of the mature: grow, then, and you shall
\neat me. You will not change me into yourself like bodily food; but you will be
\nchanged into me”.<\/p>\n
\nto enjoy you, but I did not find it until I embraced the mediator between God
\nand man, the man Christ Jesus, who is also God, supreme over all things and
\nblessed for ever. He called out, proclaiming I am the Way and Truth and the
\nLife, nor had I known him as the food which, though I was not yet strong enough
\nto eat it, he had mingled with our flesh, for the Word became flesh so that
\nyour Wisdom, through whom you created all things, might become for us the milk
\nadapted to our infancy.+Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new,
\nlate have I loved you! You were within me, but I was outside, and it was there
\nthat I searched for you. In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things
\nwhich you created. You were with me, but I was not with you. Created things
\nkept me from you; yet if they had not been in you they would not have been at
\nall. You called, you shouted, and you broke through my deafness. You flashed,
\nyou shone, and you dispelled my blindness. You breathed your fragrance on me; I
\ndrew in breath and now I pant for you. I have tasted you, now I hunger and
\nthirst for more. You touched me, and I burned for your peace.