Strong fighting myself…

There was a certain strong soldier who had won many victories and later became a Friar Minor. And when soldiers laughed at him because he had joined such an Order rather then the Templars or a similar Order where he could do much good and still fight battles, he replied: “I tell you that when I feel thirst, hunger, cold, and such things, the impusle of pride and concupiscence and such still attacks me. How much worse would it be if I saw my feet shod in armor and I was on a handsome horse and so on!”

And he added: “So far I was strong in fighting others – from now on I want to be strong fighting myself!”

~The Little Flowers of St. Francis, (Raphael Brown, Ed.) Additional Chapters, #17