One morning during her meditation, St. Margaret Mary heard in the depths of her soul a piteous call, full of distress and anguish. It was Jesus Who, bathed in tears, was knocking with insistency at the door of her heart; He was pleading for a shelter of adoration and consolation that would make amends for a horrible profanation He had just suffered.
Moaning and covered with blood, Jesus begged for relief and comfort. He wanted to rest His wounded Heart on a most faithful, loving heart, for He had need of pouring out His grief to one who would understand. And when, in Holy Communion, the saint offered our Saviour her heart as His spouse, Jesus, as one oppressed and out of breath, hastened into that haven of peace and consolation; then Margaret Mary heard Him sigh with relief and give Himself up to her care, consoled and grateful, like an injured man whose wound one dresses with gentleness and love after the merciless blade has been withdrawn.
Adoring soul, happy are you to find yourself tonight in exactly the same enviable position as the saintly confidant of Paray! For if it is true that the glory of the Divine King has spread and increased, it is none the less true that the revenge of Satan has unleashed against the Adorable Master a tempest of sin. What is sadder still, the enemy has now penetrated into our own ranks; the wolf is encountered with unheard of cruelty in a full sheepfold. More, he is tolerated there, even encouraged by the cowardice of many friends. Thus Satan and the world have without pity struck and scourged their God and Lord. His very bones might be counted through His wounds, for “there is no soundness in Him.”
In this state He knocks at the door of your heart, adoring soul. He is cold and hungry, He is in tears; His tunic is torn — and still more His Sacred Heart — by ungrateful friends. He knocks, because He hastens to offer pardon and mercy for the guilty even while He begs for Himself the bread of love which so many have refused Him.
He ought, in strict justice, to punish with rigour and consume in the flames of a most just vengeance the rebellious children who profane His law and trample underfoot His Precious Blood. Ah! but He desires to be more Saviour than He is Jesus, and as such He wills to reign by pardoning.
But to be pardoned supposes a Divine Justice satisfied by reparation. And it is just this reparation which He comes to ask of you tonight, that thereby He may offer to many guilty souls, infinite mercy in place of eternal torments. How great an honour for you to be able to unite yourself to the reparation of Calvary and of the altar, and consequently to be able to save thousands of souls who, if they had died before this your hour of adoration, would have been eternally lost!
These souls form an immortal crown which you are giving tonight to Jesus in reparation for the crown of thorns, and this same crown will one day likewise be yours, since in your sublime vocation as a soul of reparation you have consented to be the companion of St. Margaret Mary.
Now recollect yourself and with great fervour invoke for a moment the Holy Spirit, imploring the grace to hear with profit the voice of the agonizing Master.
The voice of Jesus, pleading:
Thank you, beloved soul, for this hour of loving companionship which, at the sacrifice of your well-earned repose, you offer to My despised love. I thank you and bless you! You draw near in good time, for My heart is overflowing with bitterness. I will repay this immense consolation by unburdening My griefs to your most faithful heart. Yet, reflect that it is your God and your Lord Who speaks with you — and adore Me!
I speak to you thus with infinite condescension because I am the Son of Mary, My name is Jesus, I am God the Saviour!
I know that you come to make reparation for the cruelest of sins — the sin of ungrateful friends, who are altogether the most blameworthy because they know what they do and are the most loaded with favours.
But I desire that before all else you would speak to Me, if only for a moment, in petition for those who in outward appearance at least, are the greatest sinners such as the impious who blaspheme Me, renegades who betray Me — and who never have anyone to pray for them. Have pity on those unhappy souls and pray for them, the only really unhappy ones, since they live without faith, without hope, without love.
And when you have finished this petition I will relate to you in intimacy another agony, Oh, much more dolorous! But I wish first of all to receive your supplication in favour of those who have fallen into an abyss and who have no one to hold out to them a saving hand. Do this act of charity for Me and for them. Do not delay; My merciful Heart is listening to you — speak!
The adoring soul:
Heart of my God and my King, am I, a poor unworthy thing, to console Thee? I, a sinner, to make Thee smile through those divine tears of Thine? I, dust and nothingness, to sweeten Thy bitterness?
I, so many times ungrateful, to have the privilege of tenderly pouring balm on Thy wounds and, drawing out the thorns, of placing in their stead my soul and the souls of many others? I thank Thee, my Jesus, infinite thanks for such a vocation of privilege and of glory, a vocation which I have never merited. O King of Love, I thank Thee!
Since Thou dost permit it and even request it, accept my poor entreaty in favour of the executioners of Thy Calvary, a supplication which I present to Thee enriched with the tears of Mary Immaculate.
Heart of Jesus, sorrowful unto death at receiving the kiss of the perfidious Judas; pity and mercy for so many other wretched ones who have betrayed and sold Thee for a creature, for position, or for vile money! By the sorrows and the tender compassion of Mary, grant that they may return repentant to Thy fold. Have mercy. Mercy, Lord, mercy!
Heart of Jesus, sorrowful unto death, covered with scorn before the court of Herod and dragged with ignominy before the tribunals of the unjust, pity and pardon for so many of the great ones of the earth who, considering themselves to be wise, take it upon themselves in our day to condemn Thee, and this in order to justify their own offences and to excuse their sin of pride! By the sorrows and the tender compassion of Mary, grant that they may return repentant to Thy fold. Jesus, have mercy. Mercy, Lord, mercy!
Heart of Jesus, sorrowful unto death, nailed to an infamous gibbet between two criminals, abandoned in death by the good and cursed by those very ones for whom Thou wert dying, have pity on so many great sinners who, loaded with worldly honours, are in reality only unhappy traffickers in sin. Have pity on those who have acquired power and glory at the price of Thy Precious Blood! By the sorrows and the tender compassion of Mary, grant that they may return repentant to Thy fold. Jesus, have mercy. Mercy, Lord, mercy!
O good Jesus, in union with our Holy Father the Pope, I entreat Thee in favour of those who have never known Thee, or who having known Thee but little and wrongly, in their ignorance treat Thee in the same manner as do Thy ruthless enemies. Mercy!
Good Jesus, I pray for the many perverted nations living in hatred of Thy Adorable Person and who, in open rebellion against Thy Holy Church, seek in their fury to destroy it, to bury it beneath its own ruins. Mercy!
Good Jesus, I pray for the many, many followers of various sects who are knowingly in error — self- interested, ambitious, wicked men, who hate Thee, who curse Thy Cross and Thy law which condemns them, and who in their hatred plot to dethrone Thee from the altar and from consciences. Mercy!
Good Jesus, I pray for all those whom, through Thy tears on Calvary, Thou didst contemplate down the ages, for all those to whom Thou didst tenderly pardon and plead mercy when, dying, Thou didst say: “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.” Mercy!
And good Jesus, perceiving a desire of Thy compassionate Heart, I confidently beseech Thee to come into my home; touch all those whom Thou hast given to me for my own, and whom, in Thee and for Thee, I ought to love in a Christian manner. Thou knowest all these and knowing all things, Thou art not ignorant that in my home there are great sorrows and cruel shadows. . . . Have pity on them all, most faithful Friend and Saviour, and let this adoration be a full reparation for them and for me. To Thy most loving Sacred Heart, I confide all the sadness and moral suffering, all the bitterness and anguish of death, that is and will be in my home, which is Thine also, O Jesus.
Alas, Lord, all my dear ones are not yet entirely Thine, as Thou dost desire them to be and as Lord and King, Thou hast the right to demand. . . . Have pity on them, my Divine Saviour!
Convert, heal and bring to life again, O Heart of Jesus, all those who are living dead in sin round about me, and whom I consecrate to Thee for Thy glory. Enlighten, strengthen and guide them, Thou Who art the Light, Thou Who art Strength, Thou Who art Love!
O Jesus, save and sanctify the family from which Thou hast deigned to choose this adoring lamp (myself), poor and insignificant, but longing to see Thee known, adored and loved without measure in this home. Pity and mercy for us all! Sweet Jesus, may Thy Kingdom come among us!
Make known with all simplicity and confidence the pressing needs of your family: the conversions, the graces of greater fervour, divine light and consolation, etc. Then, with your arms extended in the form of a cross say five Our Fathers, Hail Marys and Glory Be in reparation for all the sins of your family; pray for the true Reign of the Sacred Heart in your home, with all the graces that flow therefrom.
Jesus, pleading:
My consoling angel, you have done well in anticipating my wish by speaking of those whom I love so much because you love them. Know that your home is Mine also, and this notwithstanding its failings which you and I regret. I bless it with all My Heart and I shall watch over your dear ones and shower My graces on them in order to repay this vigil of contrite love and reparation. Ah, and more! You shall know one day all that you have done for them by sacrificing your sleep in order to give Me consolation in this hour of darkness and Sin. Confide to Me, then, the troubles of your home, all that worries you, and be at peace; I am watching over it.
But do not forget that I am the Divine Outcast of many, many homes — pray for them. Oh, how grave a crime is that of the unfaithful home! To profane it is to profane the first of My sanctuaries, that unforgettable Nazareth, whose altar was the heart of My Immaculate Mother. Alas, how many are the homes which do not deserve that sacred name, homes from which I am expelled by a life of sin.
In the name of a false progress the foundation of the domestic sanctuary has been undermined. The bond of Christian marriage has been profaned and sacrilegiously broken; it has been robbed of its beauty and its divine greatness. That which I made divine has been horribly “humanized:” conjugal love and its fruitfulness.
And as if so much ruin and desolation were not enough, there is now the whirlwind of an actual pagan regeneration, the perversion of morals, the excessive liberty of the young, the dreadful frivolity of the Christian woman and her provocative immodesty. That throng of evils, all grave, is the avalanche which threatens to bury the little that still survives of dignity and Christian virtue.
Beloved soul, pray, make reparation, placate My justice, and obtain, instead of rigorous chastisement, mercy, which will be granted in consideration of a phalanx of souls who, like you, love and immolate themselves in order to rescue the guilty world.
And now call to your aid the Queen of Nazareth, My Mother, who grieves — desolate with Me over so many ruins and scandals. Adoring soul, call upon her who comes to help you stay the arm of My justice by holding back the torrent of iniquity which outrages Me; invoke her because she, the sweet Nazarene, is the great Reparatrix — she it is who with you is saving the menaced family.
The adoring soul:
O Mary, Star of the Sea, come to our aid and save the work and the property of thy Jesus, because Nazareth — the home — is found to be in great peril. Mother of God, save us!
Hear me, O my Queen and my Mother, for this concerns the very throne of our Saviour. Alas, the generation of true Christian mothers is all but spent; the Christian home is dying out. Mother of God, save us!
What a horror! The fountain of human and divine life is about to dry up because there are so many worldly wives who disdain and even dread the honour of motherhood. Mother of God, save us!
And alas, that youth which ought to be a future in flower is a fading flower, without the sap of purity or of virtue. Mother of God, save us!
And those little ones! Oh, what a grief, that awakening to life in the midst of moral corruption and scorched by the sudden blaze of a worldly home, they are no longer children! Mother of God, save us!
Queen of Martyrs and Mother of Sorrows, only thou and Jesus know and comprehend fully the depths of these evils and of others that have not been named. By thy tears, by the seven swords which pierced thy soul, by the weary, anguished sighs of Jesus, by His agony and thine own, Mediatrix of Mercy, come and save us! Save the family, the cornerstone of the Reign of thy Child, the Divine King.
O Mary, return to the home as its Queen, infuse it anew with the perfume of thy virtues — thou, the Lily of Paradise — embalm it with the fragrance of chastity; rebuild Nazareth and Bethany, and be once more “our life, our sweetness and our hope”!
Mary, save the family for Jesus!
Jesus, save the family through Mary!
Say the Hail, Holy Queen to obtain the Reign of the Sacred Heart in the home.
Read the following very slowly, relishing its spiritual sweetness, as if you heard the voice of Jesus, broken by His sobs and moans.
Jesus, pleading:
Hear Me, beloved soul. It was not only, nor principally Pilate and the Sanhedrin who condemned Me. Oh, no! It was the world — as much and even more guilty than they. That is why I said, and I repeat, that “I pray not for the world.”
Imagine how I suffer in seeing so many of My children, and among them those most loved and favoured by Me, become completely worldly-minded. What a sorrow! I assure you that far more cruel than the outrage of the wicked is this other outrage which pierces My Heart: that of beloved souls who have actually abandoned Me by compromising with the world and consequently robbing My Heart.
Atoning soul, kiss the Five Wounds of your crucifix with tenderness and compassion, and say: “Mercy, O Sacred Heart of Jesus, mercy! I love Thee, my Lord and my King, for all those ungrateful ones, and in reparation I promise eternal fidelity to Thy law. Thy Kingdom come!”
Jesus:
Adoring soul, hear My groans, weep with Me, and let Me confide to you the fearful agony which is surging in My Heart. I am constrained to unburden My grief to you.
Behold, in the distance there, that great and frivolous crowd! Do you hear how they laugh, how they sing and dance with mad merriment? It is Belshazzar’s prophetic banquet over again — the crazed rapture of pleasure which often precedes, scarcely by a few hours, an eternity of woe. You who love Me, share My tears, mourn over this guilty folly, make reparation.
Atoning soul, kiss the Five Wounds of your crucifix with tenderness and compassion, and say: “Mercy, O Sacred Heart of Jesus, mercy! I love Thee, my Lord and my King, for all those ungrateful ones, and in reparation I promise eternal fidelity to Thy law. Thy Kingdom come!”
Jesus:
Count, if you can, beloved soul, the army of frivolous and worldly ones of our day, of those who live feverish, giddy lives in pleasures and sinful diversions. They have profaned their senses, even though their bodies were consecrated to Me through Baptism and the Holy Eucharist. See how My wounds bleed, reopened by these wretched ones! Do you, at least, atoning soul, weep with Me over so great a sin, such folly, and make reparation for it.
Atoning soul, kiss the Five Wounds of your crucifix with tenderness and compassion, and say: “Mercy, O Sacred Heart of Jesus, mercy! I love Thee, my Lord and my King, for all those ungrateful ones, and in reparation I promise eternal fidelity to Thy law. Thy Kingdom come!”
Alas, contemplate—but from a distance, in order that thou mayest not be contaminated—those theatres and places of worldly amusement. Ah, Roman soldiers once gave Me gall for My drink, but a far more bitter draught is prepared for Me today! For those men and women, those young boys and girls whom you see, and who have paid a luxury price to witness these sinful spectacles; wickedly considered a necessity and a matter of progress in this age these very persons have approached the communion-rail, perhaps frequently. Oh, what a suffering! And they call themselves Mine!
Accursed scenes of impurity, where the sin of the flesh is exhibited with a satanic refinement that scourges Me on the face and cuts into My Sacred Heart with bitterness! Do you, at least, atoning soul, weep with Me over so great a sin, over such folly, and make reparation for it.
Atoning soul, kiss the Five Wounds of your crucifix with tenderness and compassion, and say: “Mercy, O Sacred Heart of Jesus, mercy! I love Thee, my Lord and my King, for all those ungrateful ones, and in reparation I promise eternal fidelity to Thy law. Thy Kingdom come!”
(A brief pause to beg for pardon.)
Jesus:
My sorrow is turned into an agony! Look at those women whom My Immaculate Mother rescued from an abyss of slavery and abjection, and then, at My request, adopted as her children that she might adorn them with the angelic beauty of chastity and enrich them with the treasures of purity and Christian virtue. Behold how they have trampled underfoot all the laws of modesty and womanly refinement, how they have disfigured and sullied the Christian beauty of their sex. Oh, what a sin!
But do not look at these unworthy Christians. Lest you be contaminated, do not look at these sowers of sin on the streets or even in church. Close your eyes, as I do, for these Christians are My dishonour.
Ah, I grieve, and My Mother with Me. But among many today, Venus the goddess of worldlings triumphs insolently while I am set aside, because the trappings of vanity are, in their eyes, worth more than My Person and My law. O wretched ones!
From you, atoning soul, I, a God torn by scourges, beg for compassion and consolation, because My executioners are these fashionably dressed women with beautiful hands, who by scourging Me with their immodesty have lashed My divine flesh to pieces. Will you, My consoling angel, remove this chalice from Me. Weep with Me over so great a sin, over such folly, and make reparation for it.
Atoning soul, kiss the Five Wounds of your crucifix with tenderness and compassion, and say: “Mercy, O Sacred Heart of Jesus, mercy! I love Thee, my Lord and my King, for all those ungrateful ones, and in reparation I promise eternal fidelity to Thy law. Thy Kingdom come!”
The young are growing up like those poisonous plants that spring up on the borders of a swamp: they grow while carrying already in their veins the germ of death.
And so many who have been baptised but are otherwise not Christians, languish and wither away to the sound of modern dance music, which in reality is sounding a funeral tone, announcing, with the death of their souls, the death and the ruin of the Christian home. Ah yes, see how the family, the sacred home-nest of tender affections, of fruitfulness and of peace, is seriously threatened with disruption and death.
Yet we know that Jesus Himself formed the sanctuary of the Christian home in Nazareth; for this He raised up and ennobled all womanhood in Mary; and to consolidate this divine work He poured out His Precious Blood, because He willed to civilise and Christianise us.
Ah, poor, poor Jesus! See His cherished and favoured children, see how they are destroying His work while making Him taste the vinegar and gall of their sin. Yet His Sacred Heart, patient and meek, waits for them, offering pardon and love!
The adoring soul:
O Jesus, Life of my life, my God and my All, my King and my Saviour, in spirit I kiss with tenderness and with immense sorrow the whips of Thy executioners, in order to make reparation for the scourging inflicted on Thee nowadays by every impure soul and especially by immodesty. I love Thee, Jesus, with my whole heart. I love Thee because Thou art Jesus!
O Jesus, Life of my life, let me in spirit kiss the nails which pierced Thy divine flesh, in order to make reparation for the countless scandals which are promoted and even paid for by many Catholics, seduced as they are by a world that is suffering from the dreadful fever of sensuality. I love Thee, O Jesus, with my whole heart. I love Thee because Thou art Jesus!
O Jesus, Life of my life, with tenderness and sorrow I kiss the Cross, Thy blood-stained throne, from which amid the spasms of Thy agony Thou didst see with bitterest grief all that is happening today, all that believers and Christians are permitting themselves on the pretence of social requirements and modern progress, and which at bottom is nothing but the degradation of woman and the rebellion of proud man. From this glorified Cross Thou wilt one day pronounce a final malediction on the lovers of this world and wilt judge them with the awful rigour which they themselves have provoked, because they would not accept and live by Thy law of sanctity and of mercy. Have pity, O Adorable Lawgiver and King; have pity, most amiable Saviour! O Jesus, I love Thee with my whole heart, because Thou art Jesus!
Say this ejaculation five times in a spirit of atonement: O Jesus, I love Thee with my whole heart, because Thou art Jesus!
REFLECTION
Make here a brief examination of conscience. Have you not perhaps likewise yielded to the sinful demands of the world? To its crazed vanities? In matters of [sinful] amusements, immoral reading materials, shows, films and dances? As regards immodest fashions? When frequenting public beaches? Frivolous obsession with social media? Have you nothing with which to reproach yourself? Nothing at all? Think this over seriously now, before the tribunal of pardon and mercy, with the strong resolution of changing and of making reparation for that which today causes a justified remorse. Remind yourself that refusing to confront it now, you will see it one day with absolute clarity, with terror, and all too late — before an implacable tribunal…
Consider that since Jesus, your Divine Master, has condemned the world, no Christian is able to or ought to accept its maxims, its spirit of pride and sensuality, which are the very negation of the Gospel and of the Christian law.
Make an act of contrition as firm and sincere as if this were your last hour.
And now, like St. John, leaning your head in spirit on the Heart of Jesus, listen to His tender complaints, to His pleas for love and reparation.
The voice of Jesus, pleading:
Beloved soul, your vocation is to love, to love Me! Oh, love Me with your whole heart, with your whole soul, and with all your strength, since I have created you solely for this end: to love Me and to be loved by Me in time and in eternity.
I thirst! I am consumed with thirst for the love of My own! And My own deny Me this love, they rob My Heart. See how they love all that is noble and worthy: family, friends, benefactors, country — but in lavishing so much love on all others, they have forgotten Me, Who am none else but the God of Love! What more can I do to win them to My Sacred Heart? What new prodigies can I perform when I have spent Myself in giving My own Self to these ungrateful children? Can anyone conceive of a charity more sublime than that of a God Who gives Himself to His own? Is not this already the gift of Paradise? Ah, but see how in return they give Me coldness, indifference, forgetfulness and frequently even sin and ingratitude.
I thirst! I have an immense thirst, a devouring thirst of being loved by My own!
Listen to Me, adoring soul. If only, at least as reparation for the many crimes which renew My Passion — after being scourged by the scandals of the theatre, of indecent fashions and of the infamous beaches — if only, as satisfaction for this over flowing of pride, of vanity and of impurity, I might find many generous souls who would console Me with love and penance — but there are so few!
Oh, the sorrow of it! This holy desire for loving reparation is growing less every day. How few are those who truly know how to give themselves to Me, with genuine rejection of the perverted maxims of the world! What coldness in the hearts of those who call themselves Mine! How little loyalty toward Me! Alas, they do not love Me!
Do you, at least, place your lips and your heart on the wound in My pierced side and tell Me — Oh, tell Me that you love Me. Kiss the Sacred Wound on your crucifix, putting your whole soul into that kiss, and saying five times: “I love Thee, O Jesus, Love Who art not loved! Consume my heart in Thy divine charity!”
Jesus:
Thank you, beloved soul, thank you! How you comfort My Heart and lessen My thirst by speaking to Me thus! But, hear Me further.
Since I, with sadness, begged My servant Margaret Mary for more love of the Holy Eucharist as a homage of reparation, the number of Eucharistic souls has indeed increased, but they are still a restricted group. And even more limited is the number of those who have understood that it is not enough to receive Holy Communion, it is necessary to love in communicating.
Otherwise there is the danger that this incomparable gift of the altar might begin to pale. For to assist at the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass without great love and to receive Holy Communion without truly giving Me your heart, is to fail to recognize the love which has created these marvels and to hinder in great part their efficacy.
That which I have given out of pure love ought to be received and repaid with immense love. It is not enough to participate in the Banquet, it is necessary to draw near with a divine hunger for the Bread of Life.
Happy are you, adoring soul, that you understand this language which so many others fail to understand because they do not love. And it is precisely because they do not love that I am abandoned and left utterly alone in My tabernacles. Yet how many crowds, what multitudes, there are in the market places of sin, while I in My little dwelling of the tabernacle am always alone!
There are not lacking, of course, those friends of formality: the many who worship Me with their lips but whose hearts are far from Me.
Oh, how many friends have I sought out, who do not seek for Me — friends to whom I have given Myself, but who do not give themselves to Me — friends most faithful and self-sacrificing with their worldly friends, but not with Me, their Lord and Saviour — friends who even to an imprudent extent confide in creatures, always self-interested, but who will not trust in Me, not give themselves to My always-faithful Sacred Heart!
Alas, yes, how many there are who know how to nobly sacrifice themselves for beautiful causes, human causes… Good perhaps, but they do not give to Me a fraction of this nobleness, of this sacrifice: they refuse it to Me because they are always afraid of exaggerating where My Adorable Person is concerned! Friends without any zeal for My glory, friends who seek Me with eagerness when they have need of My miracles, but never when I seek an hour of their time or self-sacrifice for My glory!
What am I to think of these ungrateful ones who pretend to love Me because they pray and even dare to communicate, but whose vanity, whose immodesty in dress, whose worldly frivolity have opened an impassable abyss between their hearts and Mine? Such souls as these deceive themselves, but they do not deceive Me.
With indignation do I reject this artificial devotion of prayers and novenas that bear no fruit of amendment, this false devotion which pretends to unite what I have separated forever: My law and virtue, My love and My Heart, from the world! What a surprise these “devout worldlings” will receive at My judgment seat!
I have a divine hunger for really loving hearts: not merely for beautiful words and flowers, hymns and empty prayers.
I thirst for a love that is trustful, self-sacrificing and humble, for a love that is pure of soul and chaste in the senses. To give Me any other love in league with the world, would be to lie to oneself and to Me. I reject it!
The love that is strong as death is what I expect from you, adoring soul. Oh, give it to Me, quench the thirst of a God Who came down from Heaven to seek the love of His poor creatures. And since so many hearts, alas, are to Me as a dry cistern, unable to give the living water which I give and which I hope for as a return of love, do you give Me to drink. I thirst!—I thirst for love!
Read the following very slowly, speaking to Jesus more with your heart than with your lips.
The adoring soul:
O my agonizing King, if Thine “I thirst” on Calvary brought vinegar and gall to Thy divine lips, tonight Thou art going to receive my loving declaration! I love Thee and I desire to make Thee loved, in reparation for so many who have failed to recognize that prodigy of Thy love which is Thy marvellous Incarnation. Jesus the Infant, Jesus the Youth, Jesus the Divine Workman, I adore Thee with the adoration of the heart. But in return do Thou inflame this poor heart of mine in the flames of Thy charity. “O that I might love Thee as Thou hast never yet been loved!” And give me Thy Heart, give me Thy love, for I too thirst, I thirst ardently for Thee, Lord Jesus. I thirst!
Infinite Love Who art not loved, I love Thee and I desire to make Thee loved, in reparation for so many who have failed to recognize in their lives that apex of divine love which is Thy Passion, Thy Redemption and Thy Cross. Jesus crucified, Jesus agonizing, Jesus dead and buried for love’s sake, I adore Thee with the adoration of the heart. But in return, inflame this poor heart of mine in the flames of Thy charity! “O that I might love Thee as Thou hast never yet been loved!” And give me Thy Heart, give me Thy love, for I too thirst, I thirst ardently for Thee, Lord Jesus. I thirst!
Infinite Love Who art not loved, I love Thee and I desire to make Thee loved, in reparation for so many who have failed to recognize that divine height of love which is the Most Holy Sacrament of the Altar. Jesus our Priest, Jesus our Victim, Jesus our Sacramental Food, I love Thee with the adoration of the heart. But in return, inflame this poor heart of mine in the flames of Thy charity!” O that I might love Thee as Thou hast never yet been loved!” And give me Thy Heart, give me Thy love, for I too thirst, I thirst ardently for Thee, Lord Jesus. I thirst!
Grant that I may love Thee, O Jesus, Love Who art not loved, that I may love Thee in my personal and intimate life, by perfect fidelity to Thy grace – that I may sanctify myself in Thy love.
Grant that I may love Thee, O Jesus, Love Who art not loved, that I may love Thee in my family life, in the exact fulfilment of my daily duties and in the acceptance of those crosses connected with my state of life and permitted by Thy loving Providence—that I may sanctify myself in Thy love.
Grant that I may love Thee, Jesus, Love Who art not loved, that I may love Thee in the souls whom Thou hast committed to my care, especially in those who have gone astray. Grant that I may love Thee in my apostolate for Thy glory and, that it may be fruitful, let me sanctify myself in Thy love.
Grant that I may love Thee, O Jesus, Love Who art not loved, in Thine ineffable gift of the heart of Mary, that in this school I may learn to be simple, humble, chaste and pure — that guided by Mary, I may sanctify myself in Thy love.
Ah, how much I desire, dear Jesus, that my life might be a perfect praise of Thine unknown love, a reparation for Thy offended love, a holocaust to Thy despised and profaned love. But Thou, O Lord, Who knowest all things, Who readest the depths of souls and Who dost see my immense desires: Thou knowest that in spite of my miseries I desire with a resolute will to live and to die saying and proving to Thee that I love Thee above all the treasures of Heaven and earth. I thirst for Thee, Jesus! I thirst for Thy glory!
