Days, weeks, months, and years pass, and the expected Angel does not reappear. What if there has been some illusion! Will it not be wise to settle definitely in Egypt f Doubtless the Jews, then so numerous in that land, often said to Joseph: Follow our example; we, like you, have given up our country, and the holy city of David; like you, our hearts turn incessantly towards the Temple of our God; but, nevertheless, we have made our home in this friendly land.
Joseph lives on from day to day, relying on the Angels promise, and awaiting his return. Let us beware of clinging too fondly to any place, employment, or special occupation. Let us hold ourselves ready to quit all, so* soon as by the voice of an angel, visible or invisible—I mean, by the voice of a superior, by the force of circumstances, or by secret inspiration, we shall be called to another sphere and another work. You have conceived such and such a project, undertaken a certain work, embraced a certain state, cultivated a certain virtue, demanded a certain grace, impelled by an inspiration that you deemed divine. And now years have gone by and no light from on high has appeared, none of your hopes are realized. Your labours, your efforts, your prayers are fruitless; you begin to fear lest you have been the victim of an illusion or have taken for inspiration what was but a dream. Ah no, it was no dream! At the moment when you least expect it, and when, like a second Tobias, you look but for death, the promised grace will be bestowed, light will come, and the star shall shine for you as it shone for the Magi, the Angel will return and announce that Herod is no more, that the obstacle which has hitherto rendered your project futile has now disappeared. All that was foreshown you is accomplished.
Watchword.—Cease not work, success will come in God's good time.