Blaise Pascal .(1623 – 1662 ) Worthiness .

the brilliant French philosopher , mathematician , and scientist pascal,

Was asked by a young man in a Parisian Cafe .” Why you are reading an old book

Like the bible ,you should read the books of the great philosopher Pascal.”

Pascal did not answer the young man and kept reading.

When the young man was about to leave the Cafe he asked pascal again.”

What is your name if l may ask.”

” I am Blaise Pascal who wrote the books  you are holding .”

Pascal says about himself.” No matter how old a person gets, how much

He achieves , how important elective office he holds in his life eventually ,

He will return to God. Without God there is no greatness or worthiness .


8 thoughts on “Blaise Pascal .(1623 – 1662 ) Worthiness .

  1. Tanya A. Goodman February 28, 2016 / 1:06 am

    Really liked this reflection. It is so true, without God there is no greatness or worthiness.

    • jmsabbagh February 28, 2016 / 2:50 am

      Thank you for commenting.Yes in deed. Have a blessed weekend.

  2. araanz50 March 5, 2016 / 10:07 am

    Abraços e um feliz dia 🙂

    • jmsabbagh March 5, 2016 / 2:42 pm

      Los sentimientos son mutuos.J.M

    • jmsabbagh March 8, 2016 / 3:14 am

      I am glad you liked the post.Warm regards.

  3. Richard Barker April 4, 2016 / 11:19 am

    Jalal – thank you for this and I recall having read decades ago the first part only of BP’s ecstatic mystical encounter with the Living God. I’ve now found it recounted in full at as follows:

    When Pascal was 31 years old he had a mystical experience which apparently he never mentioned to anyone. He did however write down a brief and very moving summary of it, apparently (from the title) so that he would never forget it. He sewed this into the lining of his coat, and after his early death from stomach cancer his servant found the parchment. This translation is by Emile Caillet and John C. Blankenagel, Great Shorter Works of Pascal, Philadelphia, Westminster Press, 1948.


    In the year of grace, 1654, on Monday, 23rd of November, Feast of St Clement, Pope and Martyr, and others in the Martyrology. Vigil of St Chrysogonus, Martyr, and others.

    From about half past ten in the evening until about half past twelve.


    God of Abraham, God of Isaac, God of Jacob,
    Not of the philosophers and scholars.
    Certitude. Certitude. Feeling. Joy. Peace.
    God of Jesus Christ.
    “Thy God and my God.”
    Forgetfulness of the world and of everything, except God.
    He is to be found only in the ways taught in the Gospel.
    Greatness of the Human Soul.

    “Righteous Father, the world hath not known Thee,
    But I have known Thee.”

    Joy, joy, joy, tears of joy.
    I have separated myself from Him.
    “They have forsaken Me, the fountain of living waters.”
    “My God, wilt Thou leave me?”
    Let me not be separated from Him eternally.

    “This is eternal life, That they might know Thee, the only true God,
    And Jesus Christ, whom Thou hast sent.”

    Jesus Christ.
    Jesus Christ.

    I have separated myself from Him:
    I have fled from Him,
    denied Him,
    crucified Him.
    Let me never be separated from Him.
    We keep hold of Him only by the ways taught in the Gospel.
    Renunciation, total and sweet.
    Total submission to Jesus Christ and to my director.
    Eternally in joy for a day’s training on earth.
    “I will not forget thy words.”



    • jmsabbagh April 4, 2016 / 9:29 pm

      Hi Richard,profoundly heartwarming testament .He was the apex of hope and trust in Christ Jesus .Thank you so much for taking the time to add so much light on Pascals amazing relation with God.Sincerely Jalal

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