11/09/2025
From the Fire of Purgatory to the Light in Heaven
There was once a soul, radiant yet veiled, who had already been claimed by Christ at the hour of death. At judgment, she stood in truth before the gaze of God — and she knew she belonged to Him forever. Yet, she also knew she was not ready. There clung to her the dust of forgotten sins, the shadows of selfish desires, the stains of love that were not yet pure.
And so, she entered the fire of purification. But this fire was not like the flames of earth — it was not hatred, nor cruelty, nor despair. It was the burning of God’s love, fierce and tender at once, consuming every shadow that still chained her to herself. Here, the greatest pain was not the fire itself but the delay: she longed for God, she thirsted for His face, and yet she could not yet see Him. This holy waiting was her suffering, sharper than any earthly sorrow.
Time there was not measured as ours, but by the deepening of desire. Each moment burned away what was less than love, until her whole being became nothing but longing. The saints say that the souls in purgatory have no choice but to love God — and it was true. Her gaze never turned inward, only upward, always toward Him.
At last, the moment came. The fire that once burned with pain now shone with sweetness. Angels, who had watched with compassion, drew near. The soul, clothed now in perfect light, began to rise. The flames fell away like old garments, and she was lifted upward with ease, as though her very being had become weightless.
Above her, the heavens opened — not into sky, nor stars, but into infinite light: golden, white, uncreated. And in that instant she beheld what no eye had seen, what no mind had conceived. The God she had longed for stood before her — not hidden in signs or veils, but in His very essence. This was the visio Dei, the beatific vision, the face-to-face encounter with the Eternal.
No more longing. No more shadows. No more fire, except the fire of love. Her will, once pulled in so many directions, now rested perfectly, freely, joyfully, in the One Good that makes all things good. This was freedom fulfilled, not lost. This was joy unending.
And the soul, now among the saints, sang the eternal song:
“Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God.” (Mt 5:8)
🌿✨ May this hope sustain us: that every pain endured in love prepares us for the eternal Light where God will be all in all.