No disciple can surpass his master (I must remind you, I am in a very real way, through the circumstances of my conversion and the many intermediaries who accompanied it, a spiritual son of Abbot Journet; it's even because of him that I today live and teach in Fribourg, Switzerland, where he lived and taught). My text, wherever it may flicker brightest, has only been kindled in his shadow. His book is one of the few works to have left an indelible mark on me. I'm honored to be able to present a few excerpts from it here. I know nothing better than his simplicity and his profundity—that of a lively theologian who walked in the truth overwhelmed with love. Commenting on his own writings, Journet said that the most important thing was “to enter into this mystery in silent contemplation,” and, he added, “anything you may write about it to make him loved, outside of these seven divine words, you'll afterwards want to burn.” One thing is certain: these writings which, in his humility, their author wished to burn, are just what produces in us moments of illumination to keep us watchful in the depths of the night. Fabrice Hadjadj 9
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