《A Memoir of William A. Stanton》是一本圖書，作者是Kane, William Terence; Harty, J. J.;
基本介紹
- 外文名：A Memoir of William A. Stanton
- 作者：Kane, William Terence; Harty, J. J.;
- 出版時間：2009年9月
- 頁數：284 頁
- ISBN：9781120238962
- 定價：49.66 美元
內容簡介
Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. Excerpt from book: Section 3CHAPTER II We come now to speak of Stanton's vocation to the Society of Jesus and of the beginnings of his life in that Society. His vocation is of a sort that is really astonishing, though by no means uncommon. The boy sim...(展開全部) Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. Excerpt from book: Section 3CHAPTER II We come now to speak of Stanton's vocation to the Society of Jesus and of the beginnings of his life in that Society. His vocation is of a sort that is really astonishing, though by no means uncommon. The boy simply thought all along, from an early day which even he himself could not mark, that he was to be a Jesuit. If you had put him to it, with his back to the wall, he would have admitted it at any time from his thirteenth or fourteenth year. But he never said much about it. It was one of those fixed things, to be tucked away in a corner of the soul, sacred from prying eyes, not even to be much discussed or reflected on by its owner: but which you knew always was there, almost as a part of yourself. That sort of vocation is, I say, astonishing. God's finger is most appreciably in it. It is an interior grace so strong and clear as to leave no room for doubts in the mind of him who has it. It seems due to no external circumstance, to owe little or nothing directly to suggestion or even to training.It comes into the soul, one knows not just when, like a gentle breath of air, without violence, without noise, without apparent effort: and once in, it enters almost into the very substance of a man, and will urge him even when he kicks against the goad. Yet because of its nature we can say little of it beyond a brief chronicling of the fact, and the remark that, with all its awesome strangeness, it is won
