For the lost, the searching, and the quietly curious


My good angel: I know not when or how I shall die. It is possible I may be carried off suddenly, and that before my last sigh, I may be deprived of all intelligence. Yet there are many things I would wish to say to God on the threshold of eternity. In the full freedom of my will today, I come to charge you to speak for me at that fearful moment. You will say to Him, then, O my good Angel:

  • That I wish to die in the Roman Catholic Apostolic Church in which all the saints since Jesus Christ have died, and out of which there is no salvation.
  • That I ask the grace of sharing in the infinite merits of my Redeemer and that I desire to die in pressing to my lips the Cross that was bathed in His Blood!
  • That I detest my sins because they displease Him, and that I pardon through love of Him all my enemies as I wish myself to be pardoned.
  • That I die willingly because He orders it and that I throw myself with confidence into His adorable Heart awaiting all His Mercy.
  • That in my inexpressible desire to go to Heaven I am disposed to suffer everything it may please His sovereign Justice to inflict on me.
  • That I love Him before all things, above all things, and for His own sake; that I wish and hope to love Him with the Elect, his Angels, and the Blessed Mother during all eternity.

Do not refuse, O my Angel, to be my interpreter with God, and to protest to Him that these are my sentiments and my will. Amen.

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