Dear Jesus: if I have to be an apostle, you will need to make me very humble.
Everything the sun touches is bathed in light. Lord, fill me with your clarity, make me share in your divinity so that I may identify my will with your adorable Will and become the instrument you wish me to be. Give me the madness of the humiliation you underwent, which led you to be born poor, to work in obscurity, to the shame of dying sewn with nails to a piece of wood, to your self-effacement in the Blessed Sacrament.
—May I know myself: may I know myself and know you. I will then never lose sight of my nothingness.