By Henry Aloysius Barry
Like Sidrach, Misach, Abdenago, we are cast in the midst of flames, the fiery passions of boiling lusts; earth is a cauldron. Where is our song of praise, our soul-felt thanks for deliverance in holy consultation of these devout youths ?" And the fire touched them not at all, nor did it harm them." (Dan. iii, 50.) Hence the great poem of praise that burst forth from their lips to the God Who sustained them. What practical hope have we in the moral flames, "and hope confoundeth not." "The charity of God is poured forth in your hearts by the Holy Ghost." (Rom. v, 5.) Our triumphs we owe to grace, which comes to us in the Person of the Holy Ghost—the charity of God. Witnessing then these victories in our life through the Holy Ghost, let us say with Nabuchodonosor: — "The most high God hath wrought signs and wonders toward me. It hath seemed good to me therefore to publish His signs because they are great, and His wonders because they are mighty." (Daniel, iii, 100.)
