From The Sadness of Christ:
Sir Thomas More wrote no more of this work, for when he had written this far, he was in prison
kept so strait, that all his books and pen and ink and paper was taken from him, and soon after was he
put to death.
Henry VIII thus futilely silenced a man whose writings will be read until the end of time. Thus the book of Saint Thomas ended, and our Lent for this year ends. He has been a good Lenten companion,
Donald thank you so much for the readings from St More this Easter season. As with many things from TAC your recommendations are spot on. I was able to order what appears to be the last (used) copy of the Sadness of Christ that has been updated with more modern language. We read along with our nightly readings from Divine Intimacy. We are constantly astounded by the insights, all written while imprisoned. Quite a blessing for us some 500 years later.
Thank you Raven. Your comment makes my day!
Bibliophile that I am, Cromwell’s
“Books? You have books? You shouldn’t have”
is more distressing to me than the scene with the executioners ax.
I know that shows too much reluctance for mortifications that well may well come. I trust that God will prepare me for what, in His wisdom, I must endure.
The petty cruelty of it shocks. As Norfolk says, “Is that necessary?”