The Despised Heart of Jesus
There is not a greater sorrow for a
heart that loves, than to see its love despised: and so much the more when the
proofs given of this love have been great, and, on the other hand, the
ingratitude great.
If every human being were to
renounce all his goods, and to go and live in the desert, to feed on herbs, to
sleep on the bare earth, to macerate himself with penances, and at last give
himself up to be murdered for Christ’s sake, what recompense could he render
for the sufferings, the Blood, the life that this great Son of God has given
for his sake? If we were to sacrifice ourselves every moment unto death, we
should certainly not recompense in the smallest degree the love that Jesus
Christ has shown us, by giving Himself to us in the most Holy Sacrament. Only
conceive that God should conceal Himself under the species of bread to become
the food of one of His creatures!
But, O my God, what recompense and
gratitude do men render to Jesus Christ? What but ill-treatment, contempt of
His laws and His maxims, —– injuries such as they would not commit
towards their enemy, or their slave, or the greatest villain upon earth. And
can we think of all these injuries which Jesus Christ has received, and still
receives every day, and not feel sorrow for them? And not endeavor, by our
love, to recompense the infinite love of His Divine heart, which remains in the
most Holy Sacrament, inflamed with the same love towards us, and anxious to
communicate every good gift to us, and to give Himself entirely to us, ever
ready to receive us into His heart whenever we go to Him? Him that cometh
to Me, I will not cast out.
We have been accustomed to hear of the Creation, Incarnation, Redemption, of Jesus born in a stable, of Jesus dead on the Cross. O my God, if we knew that another man had conferred on us any of these benefits, we could not help loving him. It seems that God alone has, to to say, this bad luck with men, that, though him has done His utmost to make them love Him, yet He cannot attain this end, and, instead of being loved, He sees Himself despised and neglected. All this arises from the forgetfulness of men of the love of God.
We have been accustomed to hear of the Creation, Incarnation, Redemption, of Jesus born in a stable, of Jesus dead on the Cross. O my God, if we knew that another man had conferred on us any of these benefits, we could not help loving him. It seems that God alone has, to to say, this bad luck with men, that, though him has done His utmost to make them love Him, yet He cannot attain this end, and, instead of being loved, He sees Himself despised and neglected. All this arises from the forgetfulness of men of the love of God.
Affections and Prayers
O Heart of Jesus, abyss of mercy and love, how is it that, at the sight of the goodness Thou hast shown me, and of my ingratitude, I do not die of sorrow? Thou, O my Savior, after having given me my being, hast given me all Thy Blood and Thy life, giving Thyself up for my sake, to ignominy and death; and, not content with this, Thou hast invented the mode of sacrificing Thyself every day for me in the Holy Eucharist, not refusing to expose Thyself to the injuries which Thou shouldst receive, and which Thou didst foresee, in this Sacrament of love. O my God, how can I see myself so ungrateful to Thee without dying with confusion! O Lord, put an end, I pray Thee, to my ingratitude, by wounding my heart with Thy love, and making me entirely Thine. Remember the Blood and the tears that Thou hast shed for me, and forgive me. Oh, let not all Thy sufferings be lost upon me. But though Thou hast seen: how ungrateful and unworthy of Thy love I have been, yet Thou didst not cease to love me even when I did not love Thee, nor even desire that Thou shouldst love me; how much rather, then, may I not hope for Thy love, now that I desire and sigh after nothing but to love Thee, and to be loved by Thee. Oh, do Thou fully satisfy this my desire; or rather this Thy desire, for it is Thou that hast given it to me. Grant that this day may be the day of my thorough conversion; so that I may begin to love Thee, and may never cease to love Thee, my sovereign good. Make me die in everything to myself, in order that I may live only to Thee, and that I may always burn with Thy love.
O Heart of Jesus, abyss of mercy and love, how is it that, at the sight of the goodness Thou hast shown me, and of my ingratitude, I do not die of sorrow? Thou, O my Savior, after having given me my being, hast given me all Thy Blood and Thy life, giving Thyself up for my sake, to ignominy and death; and, not content with this, Thou hast invented the mode of sacrificing Thyself every day for me in the Holy Eucharist, not refusing to expose Thyself to the injuries which Thou shouldst receive, and which Thou didst foresee, in this Sacrament of love. O my God, how can I see myself so ungrateful to Thee without dying with confusion! O Lord, put an end, I pray Thee, to my ingratitude, by wounding my heart with Thy love, and making me entirely Thine. Remember the Blood and the tears that Thou hast shed for me, and forgive me. Oh, let not all Thy sufferings be lost upon me. But though Thou hast seen: how ungrateful and unworthy of Thy love I have been, yet Thou didst not cease to love me even when I did not love Thee, nor even desire that Thou shouldst love me; how much rather, then, may I not hope for Thy love, now that I desire and sigh after nothing but to love Thee, and to be loved by Thee. Oh, do Thou fully satisfy this my desire; or rather this Thy desire, for it is Thou that hast given it to me. Grant that this day may be the day of my thorough conversion; so that I may begin to love Thee, and may never cease to love Thee, my sovereign good. Make me die in everything to myself, in order that I may live only to Thee, and that I may always burn with Thy love.
O Mary, thy heart was the blessed
altar that was always on fire with Divine love: my dearest Mother, make me like
to thee; obtain this from thy Son, Who delights in honoring thee, by denying
thee nothing that thou askest of Him.
Act of
Reparation Sacred Heart of Jesus
Animated with a desire to repair the
outrages unceasingly offered to Thee, we prostrate before Thy throne of mercy,
and in the name of all mankind, pledge our love and fidelity to Thee!
The more Thy mysteries are blasphemed,
the more firmly we shall believe them, O Sacred Heart of Jesus! The more
impiety endeavors to extinguish our hopes of immortality, the more we shall
trust in Thy Heart, sole hope of mankind!
The more hearts resist Thy Divine
attractions, the more we shall love Thee, O infinitely amiable heart of Jesus!
The more unbelief attacks Thy Divinity,
the more humbly and profoundly we shall adore It, O Divine Heart of Jesus!
The more Thy holy laws are transgressed
and ignored, the more we shall delight to observe them, O most holy Heart of
Jesus!
The more Thy Sacraments are despised and
abandoned, the more frequently we shall receive them with love and reverence, O
most liberal Heart of Jesus!
The more the imitation of Thy virtues is
neglected and forgotten, the more we shall endeavor to practice them, O Heart,
model of every virtue!
The more the devil labors to destroy
souls, the more we shall be inflamed with desire to save them, O Heart of
Jesus, zealous Lover of souls!
The more sin and impurity destroy the
image of God in man, the more we shall try by purity of life to be a living
temple of the Holy Spirit, O Heart of Jesus!
The more Thy Holy Church is despised, the
more we shall endeavor to be her faithful children, O Sweet Heart of Jesus!
The more Thy Vicar on earth is
persecuted, the more we will honor him as the infallible head of Thy Holy
Church, show our fidelity and pray for him, O kingly Heart of Jesus!
O Sacred Heart, through Thy powerful
grace, may we become Thy apostles in the midst of a corrupted world, and be Thy
crown in the kingdom of heaven. Amen.
St. Alphonsus Liguori –
Sacred Heart of Jesus Novena: Day 8
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