Still catching up, so I thought I would post this beautiful reflection on the Eucharist I saw on FB. During my healing I spent a lot of time in prayer before Jesus…the only true healer. Funny, in our guilt and shame we run from Him when we should run to Him.
"Did you ever consider well, dear Christian soul, that, when the Sacred
Host is publicly exposed, Jesus is not on His Eucharistic throne to
receive the adorations of the angels and to enjoy the company of the
blessed? These He finds in heaven. But He is on His Eucharistic throne
to receive your adorati
Come, then, and adore that Holy Host. When Jesus is offended
everywhere, when His royal dignity is mocked and His sovereignty denied,
it behooves noble souls to come and acknowledge publicly that He is our
beloved Sovereign and divine King, and that to Him all praise, honor,
and glory are due.
Come and adore that Host of mercy and peace.
Show Him your wounds, tell Him your faults, expose to Him your
miseries. You do not insult Him who shed His blood for all the sins of
the world, when you tell Him your sins to obtain forgiveness. Whatever
their number and grievousness, in proportion to His infinite mercy they
are less than a grain of sand lost in the immensity of an ocean.
Come close to that loving Host and pour out your heart's bitterness
into His heart. Let your tears flow freely in His presence as if you
were upon His breast. The sorrows of your exile, the faithlessness of
your friends, the loneliness of your heart, and the disillusions of your
life, all find an echo in that heart, which has known from experience
what it means to suffer.
There you will find peace in your
worries, light in your difficulties, and firmness in the execution of
your good resolutions. There your thirst for affection will be
satisfied. You will learn the science of hidden sacrifice, of constant
abnegation, of tireless meekness, and of perfect joy.
Do not
say that you have no time. Rather, acknowledge that you do not love Him
enough. If you did, you would leave everything, in order to visit Him.
Do not say that you do not know what to tell Him. Rather, admit that
you do not love Him. If you loved Him, your lips would speak out of His
heart's abundance; and, if your lips stayed silent, it would be because
hearts that understand each other need not words: silence is enough.
Do not look for other excuses. Try it, and find out by your own
experience. Do not wait until tomorrow. Today, go and spend a few
moments with Jesus, whether He is within the tabernacle or exposed in
the monstrance. Let your weary and wounded heart be penetrated by the
peaceful atmosphere of the sanctuary and your soul be bathed in the
light streaming forth from the Eucharistic Sun. And, tomorrow, I am
sure, you will return."
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