Today's Boston Globe carries the welcome news of the coming beatification of John Henry Newman.

Pope Benedict XVI ruled that the recovery of a Marshfield, Mass., resident who for years suffered from a spinal disorder was miraculous, meaning Newman can now be beatified.The miracle concerns the medically inexplicable cure of John Jack Sullivan, a Catholic deacon in Marshfield who suffered from debilitating back pain for years but was cured after praying to Newman.In a statement, Sullivan said he was filled with an intense sense of gratitude and thanksgiving over learning that Newman would now be beatified.

As a small contribution to the general thanksgiving, here is a passage from one of Newman's Parochial and Plain Sermons, "The Thought of God, the Stay of the Soul:"

We may indeed love things created with great intenseness, but such affection, when disjoined from the love of the Creator, is like a stream running in a narrow channel, impetuous, vehement, turbid. The heart runs out, as it were, only at one door; it is not an expanding of the whole man. Created natures cannot open us, or elicit the ten thousand mental senses which belong to us, and through which we really live. None but the presence of our Maker can enter us; for to none besides can the whole heart in all its thoughts and feelings be unlocked and subjected. "Behold," He says, "I stand at the door and knock; if any man hear My voice and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with Me." "My Father will love him, and We will come unto him, and make Our abode with him." "God hath sent forth the Spirit of His Son into your hearts." "God is greater than our heart, and knoweth all things." [Rev. iii. 20. John xiv. 23. Gal. iv. 6. 1 John iii. 20.]It is this feeling of simple and absolute confidence and communion, which soothes and satisfies those to whom it is vouchsafed. We know that even our nearest friends enter into us but partially, and hold intercourse with us only at times; whereas the consciousness of a perfect and enduring Presence, and it alone, keeps the heart open. Withdraw the Object on which it rests, and it will relapse again into its state of confinement and constraint; and in proportion as it is limited, either to certain seasons or to certain affections, the heart is straitened and distressed. If it be not over bold to say it, He who is infinite can alone be its measure; He alone can answer to the mysterious assemblage of feelings and thoughts which it has within it. "There is no creature that is not manifest in His sight, but all things are naked and opened unto the eyes of Him with whom we have to do." [Heb. iv. 12.]