I do, I, who can not prevent myself from maintaining His interests against thee?” I care not what will become of my God, answered passion insolently; I will satisfy myself, and the resolution is taken.  “But dost thou know,” proceeded conscience by its remorse, “that in indulging thyself in this pleasure it will at last submit thy Savior to death and crucifixion for thee?” It is of no consequence if He be crucified, provided I can have my enjoyments.  “But what evil has He done, and what reason hast thou to abandon Him in this manner?” My pleasure is my reason; and since Christ is the enemy of my pleasure, and my pleasure crucifies Him, I say it again, let Him be crucified.

Behold, my dear hearers, what passes every day in the consciences of men, and what passes in you and in me, every time that we fall into sin, which causes death to Jesus Christ, as well as to our souls!  Behold what makes the enormity and wickedness of this sin!  I know that we do not always speak, that we do not always explain ourselves in such express terms and in so perceptible a manner; but after all, without explaining ourselves so distinctly and so sensibly, there is a language of the heart which says all this.  For, from the moment that I know that this pleasure is criminal and forbidden of God, I know that it is impossible for me to desire it, impossible to seek it, without losing God; and consequently I prefer this pleasure to God in the desire that I form of it, and in the pursuit that I make after it.  This, then, is sufficient to justify the thought of St. Chrysostom and the doctrine of the theologians upon the nature of deadly sin ...

That there are men, and Christian men, to whom, by a secret judgment of God, the passion of Jesus Christ, salutary as it is, may become useless, is a truth too essential in our religion to be unknown, and too sorrowful not to be the subject of our grief.  When the Savior from the height of His cross, ready to give up His spirit, raised this cry toward heaven, “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” there was no one who did not suppose but that the violence of His torments forced from Him this complaint, and perhaps we ourselves yet believe it.  But the great Bishop Arnauld de Chartres, penetrating deeper into the thoughts and affections of this dying Savior, says, with much more reason, that the complaint of Christ Jesus to His Father proceeded from the sentiment with which He was affected, in representing to Himself the little fruit which His death would produce; in considering the small number of the elect who would profit by it; in foreseeing with horror the infinite number of the reprobate, for whom it would be useless:  as if He had wished to proclaim that His merits were not fully enough nor worthily enough remunerated; and that after having done so much work He had a right to promise to Himself a different success in behalf of men.  The words of this author are admirable:  Jesus Christ complains, says this learned prelate,