LITTLE FLOWERS OF SAINT FRANCIS OF ASSISI, Chapter 28
OF AN ECSTASY WHICH CAME TO BROTHER BERNARD, AND HOW HE REMAINED FROM MATINS UNTIL NONE IN A STATE OF RAPTURE.
"O brothers! O brothers! O brothers! there is not a man in all this land, however great and however noble he may be, who, if a palace full of gold were offered him, would not willingly carry on his back a sack of copper to acquire so rich a treasure." An old hymn has the line, "Oh, what a foretaste of Heaven divine." I think one of the attractions to mysticism is these glimpses of divine and heavenly things, which inspire us to do and say what needs to be done and said. Jesus wants us to count the cost, no one builds a tower without first counting the cost. But when we compare the cost with the goal, we see that God has our best interests at heart. That hymn I alluded to above has a line, "Praising my Saviour all the day long." Some people don't seem to see the attraction of such a prospect. To them, heaven seems like a boring place, where people are endlessly strumming on harps. "O brothers! O brothers! O brothers!" Contemplate unity with God!