A quarter of an hour a day
Catherine–Mectilde de Bar (1614–1698) was a spiritual mother and counselor to the Duchess of Orleans, Marguerite of Lorraine (1615—1672). In the course of their long correspondence, Mother Mectilde enjoined the Duchess to set aside a quarter of an hour each day to expose herself to God and allow Him to work in her.
I am a firm believer in Mother Mectilde’s gentle but firm pedagogy in requiring this daily quarter of an hour by which a soul adheres to the simple truth: God is. I have gone through Mother Mectilde’s letters to Marguerite of Lorraine to extract from them the references to the daily quarter of an hour and to translate them into English. Here is the fruit of my labour.
A soul who lives in the spirit of our holy Gospel [Mother Mectilde refers here to the Gospel of the Good Shepherd read on the Second Sunday after Easter, John 10:11–16) has only joy and repose in God. Nourish yourself on Jesus Christ; and for love of Him, do not refuse me the quarter of an hour that I ask of you, to expose yourself in His holy Presence each day, so as to receive in you the impressions of His grace and enter into a disposition of faith, of love, and of respect concerning that infallible and powerful truth that contains all: God is. That is enough for a Christian soul.
If you want to bind yourself to this little practice every day, I will take the liberty of writing you to tell you how you must go about it. I am assured that your soul will receive great graces from it, and that if you continue, you will be able to spend several hours in quiet prayer [oraison] without difficulty. Grant me this favour, and let your humility allow me sometimes to ask you for an account of it, so as to see if Our Lord is making an impression on your interior. If you enter into this as you ought, you will pass lightly amidst the world and all it contains.
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Were I not to mortify my inclination, you would be bothered often by your little servant [Mother Mectilde here refers to herself] asking for news of your health and wanting to know if the quarter of an hour is not forgotten. You have promised to be faithful to it. You mustn’t let yourself be put off by it if, in the beginning, it is not so easy. What follows will make your labour sweet.
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I dare not hope for the honour of seeing you today: this is why I am sending you a letter . . . asking for news of your health and if the quarter of an hour continues. You must not give it up for any reason whatsoever. It is for God to God that you give it directly, and it is this that obliges you to be faithful to it. Use it, please, during this octave [of Pentecost] to surrender yourself to the power and the love of the Holy Spirit, simplifying your thoughts so as to remain in a simple attention and abandonment to His grace and to His operation, adoring Him in silence. Receive passively what it will please him to operate, and make yourself flexible to His impressions; He will not fail to give them to you, to enlighten your spirit on the truths of the Gospel, and to warm your will to put them into practice generously.
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Let your soul be like a little child of His holy Providence, without care and eager for a simple adherence to His love. This is what Our Lord wants of you and the means by which you will find a perfect peace of heart and a holy disengagement from all that may trouble it. I don’t know if I dare ask for news of the quarter of an hour and if it is still in use?
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The holiness of Jesus wants to work within your soul; that is why your soul must separate itself from its own thoughts, to adhere strongly to His love. Let us live only for that love, which will transform us wholly in Jesus. I have a great desire to see myself at your feet, to speak of this, and by this sweet exchange, to chase away your troubles. Courage, continue the quarter of an hour with more care than ever before.
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I am certain that if we had but a little more faith we should often see miracles in our affairs, but the greatest one of all would be peace and tranquility deep within. I have an ardent desire that you should possess this state, that you should be so intimately united to Jesus as to be unalterable in the midst of the vicissitudes of this life, which is composed of vanity, inconstancy, and affliction of spirit. This is why one must cling to it but in passing, making use of things as if not using them, remaining free in the midst of obstacles, leaning on this infallible truth: God is. It is on this truth that I humbly besought you to spend a quarter of an hour each day, occupying yourself with it in faith. This is how: at the hour of the day that is most free and convenient, you must shut yourself up in a room where, kneeling, or seated if you cannot do otherwise, and by a simple act of faith, believe God present in the inmost part of your soul, believe in Him without making distinctions, in all His attributes and divine perfections. One can say, “My God, You are, I believe that You are, and I believe myself to be utterly nothing in Your holy Presence.” After these words, or others that the Holy Spirit inspires, remain in silence in a profound respect of His infinite grandeur, humbling yourself profoundly, leaving aside every operation, reasoning, and consideration, so as to allow yourself to be plunged into this adorable All. During this quarter of an hour, hold captive the acts of the mind, so as to feel only the delicate touches of the Holy Spirit in the intimacy of the heart. Do not think this a waste of time. You will see that this quiet prayer [oraison] contains an inexhaustible treasure of grace but, as the beginnings are a little difficult, you will do it for only a quarter of an hour, but this must be without fail, and if you do me the favour of coming to visit, we will speak about it more particularly. Let us learn to live here below like the saints in heaven and do on earth the exercise that we hope to do throughout all our eternity. Let us love, adore, and possess within us the same God who is the glory and the felicity of the blessed. So be it.
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When the wound is uncovered, the sickness is half cured, at least if it is not too dangerous. . . . You, novice, are disgusted with yourself and find consolation in nothing. It is true also that nothing human is capable of consoling you, but the things of God can strengthen and encourage you to bear the crosses that are in the order of God’s good pleasure. You must do a little violence to yourself and the impossible will become easy; with grace one can do anything. I am holding back my sentiment so as to not to scold my precious novice too harshly. But I beg you very humbly to come to see your mother mistress, if you do not want to undergo a little correction, if you delay you will forget her lesson, and then what will become of the quarter of an hour, not rendering an account of whether you do it or not? I, however, am committed before God to push you gently even into the Heart of Jesus Christ where you must find the life, repose, and joy that the world and creatures cannot give.
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Every day let us convert ourselves to Him more and more. He waits only for our intimate return [to Him]. This is very easy, because we have Him within us, and, because of this, there is no need to go to seek Him in our churches. We have only to recollect ourselves interiorly in faith, and to adore Him within us within profound respect. No sooner does a soul convert to Him, by a simple and loving return, than she finds Him by the impression of His grace, as if He were saying, “Here I am. Be all mine and I will be all yours.” O word that carries the heart away and sometimes even ravishes the senses! To find a God so close to us and in so ineffable a manner that it seems as if He has nothing other to do than give Himself wholly to us and fill us with His graces.
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I love her very much, thank you for introducing me to Mother Mectilde.