My God, I do not understand how souls that see you in your poverty can voluntarily remain in wealth, consider themselves greater than their Master, than their Beloved, not wanting to resemble you in everything, as far as it depends on them, and especially in your humiliation. I wish they would love you, my God, but I think their love is lacking something. I myself cannot imagine love without the urgent need for conformity, similarity, and especially sharing all pains, hardships, the harshness of life... To be wealthy, to be comfortable, to live in peace from one's possessions, when you were poor, destitute, and earned your living through hard work: I could not do that, God... I could not love this way... A servant is not to be greater than his master.
(Charles de Foucauld /1858–1916/, La Dernière Place)
