On the Catholic Priesthood
Zeal for Souls
The devil does not sleep, but ever goes about like a roaring lion seeking whom he may snatch, kill, destroy and devour. And Shalt thou in the meantime be silent, fold thy hands, and doze off to sleep?
O son! O priest! Remember thy last end; think of the awful hour of judgment in which thou shalt render to me an account of thy stewardship.
What joy shall it be for thee if a multitude of souls sanctified by thy ministry shall in glory draw near to me to drink forever of the torrent of my delights!
Oh, happy shalt thou be then, as thou too sittest in judgment upon a throne!
But, oh , what grief will be thine if thou seest a multitude of souls damned through thy fault and cast into the burning pit where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.
Oh, how wretched and abandoned shalt thou be then! The blood of the sheep that I have committed to thy care shall cry out to me, and I will demand their blood at thy hand.