For one thing he was shortening his Purgatory
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Words and thoughts that seem to be lost to today's Church
A Famous Jesuit retreat master, dying, sniffed contemptuously at a huge and extravagant bunch of American Beauty roses that towered on his table. You may be sure Lucille {whom the story was about,this is just some of the backdrop} had never given them to him. She'd slipped him a box of real cigars. He laughed, fighting down the agony in his breast. "Lucille your more welcome than the death angel. He's not far off, but I won't go till I've smoked the very last of these. My nunc dimittis shall be breathed in nicotine" " You don't want the flowers" rejoined Lucille; " I'll take them down to the ward to old Mrs. Buckner, who never had a real flower in her life. She'll get better because I'll tell her a Jesuit sent them to her with his blessing". The Jesuit did not deceive Lucille, much as he tried. She understood what racking anguish was his; what a relief death would be. BUT THE PRIEST WAS SUFFERING FOR A PURPOSE.FOR ONE THING HE WAS SHORTENING HIS PURGATORY.
Mark them well my Catholic Brothers and sisters, for you may never read them again in this lifetime.