The Passion of the Infant Christ Quotes

“Christ rested in the tomb. He had done all that He could do and given all that He had. He had trusted His Father and slept. Darkness in His eyes, silence in His ears, peace in His Heart. Once He had slept in a boat that was tossed by storm. He slept now while a storm of evil tossed the world. The evil that flings itself in hatred against whatever is good, whatever is pure: the evil that seeks to kill God.”
― Caryll Houselander, The Passion of the Infant Christ

“The Infant Christ is the whole Christ. Christ was not more God, more Christ, more man, on the Cross than He was in His Mother’s womb. His first tear, His first smile, His first breath, His first pulsation in the womb of His Mother, could have redeemed the world.”
― Caryll Houselander, The Passion of the Infant Christ

“Think of a child asleep in his mother’s arms; the abandon with which he gives himself to sleep can only be because he has complete trust in the arms that hold him. He is not lying asleep on that heart because he is worn out with anxiety. He is asleep there because it is a delight to him to be asleep there. The mother rests, too. She rests in his rest. Her mind and her body rest in him. His head fits into the crook of her curved arm. Their warmth is mingled like the warmth of two softly burning flames. She rocks to and fro, and her rocking is unconsciously timed by his breathing. Rest is a communion of love between them. It is a culmination of content. On the child’s part utter trust in his mother, on the mother’s part sheer joy in the power of her love to sustain his life.”
― Caryll Houselander, The Passion of the Infant Christ

“The law of growth is rest. We must be content in winter to wait patiently through the long bleak season, in which we experience nothing whatever of the sweetness of realization of the Divine Presence, believing the truth, that these seasons which seem to be the most empty are the most pregnant with life. It is in them that the Christ-life is growing in us, laying hold of our soil with strong roots that thrust deeper and deeper, drawing down the blessed rain of mercy and the sun of Eternal Love, through our darkness and heaviness and hardness, to irrigate and warm those roots.”
― Caryll Houselander, The Passion of the Infant Christ