Why is the sacred heart of Jesus bleeding? Because He hurts for our hurts and He aches for the pain of our wounded hearts.
Sometimes I just want to lay still and let my heart feel those hurts, too. Without words and without any outer movement, I can just lay still and let my heart be one with those who suffer. I can let my heart ache in unison with His.
Dear Jesus, how can Your Heart contain all the sorrows of the world?
Somehow, I'm starting to realize a deeper aspect of our mission of comforting others. To comfort does not mean to immediately render actions that would heal. Sometimes it also means that one first sees another person's suffering and then finding the courage and the gentleness to stay with that person in one's deepest grief.
"Could you not watch one hour with me?" - Matthew 26:40, DRA
Today, if you find yourself at the foot of the crucified Christ, and you remember that you have no power to pull out the nails that pierced His hands and His feet; if you could do nothing to take away even the crown of thorns upon His bloody head, look at His sorrowful Mother and pray that you may have the grace to follow her.
In silence and in total surrender to God, lay still and stay where you are. Be with Jesus at His most painful hour. Be in His holy presence when His Most Sacred Heart is pierced by a lance.
Stay still and bear the suffering of Your King.
“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.” – Henri J.M. Nouwen
At The Foot of the Cross
At the foot of the cross that’s where I want to be To gaze upon my God with boundless love for me.
To kiss His feet pierced with nails to worship and adore Him who was pierced by a lance Him who was crowned with thorns.
I cannot ever understand all the reasons why Why He must be crucified like this why He must suffer and die.
But there at the foot of the cross I feel His great mercy for me Blood and water flowed from His heart out of His great love for me.
How else can I even understand how infinite and great is His love if not by the cross, yes, by the cross where all is gained when all was lost?
I thank you Lord for bringing me where alone my soul can stay It is there alone where I can find healing it is there alone where I can be saved!
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