of Martyrs of Holy Scripture to reach several hundreds. So much so that the Church, unable to celebrate the feast of each of these martyrs, established January 2 as the so-called feast of the Martyrs of the Holy Scripture.
In another place, Church history narrates how those fervent Christians were writing, on special tablets, the most beautiful verses of Holy Scripture, and then they attached them to the walls of their Churches and homes so as to be reminded always of the divine words.
So here we explain the heroic courage of those first Christians who preferred a hundred thousand deaths rather than deny their faith. Here we explain their great love for each other that stupefied and evoked the admiration of the pagans who, seeing it, said among themselves: Look how they love one another!... they all seem to be brothers and sisters!
LITTLE SACRIFICE. - In imitation of the first Christians, I shall write on my books and notebooks some verses of Holy Scripture.HYMN TO THE CREATOR [#]
Listen, my faithful children: open up your petals,
like roses planted near running waters;
Send up the sweet odor of incense,
break forth in blossoms like the lily.
Send up the sweet odor of your hymn of praise;
bless the LORD for all he has done!
Proclaim the greatness of his name,
loudly sing his praises,
With music on the harp and all stringed instruments;
sing out with joy as you proclaim:
The works of God are all of them good;
in its own time every need is supplied.
At his word the waters become still as in a flask;
he had but to speak and the reservoirs were made.
He has but to command and his will is done;
nothing can limit his achievement.
The works of all mankind are present to him;
not a thing escapes his eye.
His gaze spans all the ages;
to him there is nothing unexpected.
No cause then to say: What is the purpose of this?
Everything is chosen to satisfy a need.
His blessing overflows like the Nile;
like the Euphrates it enriches the surface of the earth.
Again, his wrath expels the nations
and turns fertile land into a salt marsh.
For the virtuous his paths are level,
to the haughty they are steep.