Joan of Arc sought nothing of all that happened to her and of all she did, nor exploit, nor power, nor glory.
"It was not her condition," as she used to say, to be a warrior, to get her king crowned, and to deliver her country from the foreigner.
Everything came to her from on high, and she accepted everything without hesitation, without discussion, without calculation, as we should say in our times.

She believed in God, and obeyed Him.

God was not to her an idea, a hope, a flash of human imagination, or a problem of human science; He was the Creator of the world, the Saviour of mankind through Jesus Christ, the Being of beings, ever present, ever in action, sole legitimate sovereign of man whom He has made intelligent and free, the real and true God whom we are painfully searching for in our own day, and whom we shall never find again until we cease pretending to do without Him and putting ourselves in His place.

Meanwhile one fact may be mentioned which does honor to our epoch and gives us hope for our future.
Four centuries have rolled by since Joan of Arc, that modest and heroic servant of God, made a sacrifice of herself for France.

For four and twenty years after her death, France and the king appeared to think no more of her.