No one can be a true follower of Thee, O sweet Jesus, who travels by any
road save that of Thy cross. For what trouble, what trial or affliction
can we meet with, which has not been suffered by Thee? What were the
agonies and pains Thy Heart bore for me! I am poor, but am I poorer than
Thou, Who hadst not whereon to lay Thy head? I may be reviled and
persecuted, but what are my persecutions in comparison to Thine, O my
Jesus? Thou wast abandoned in Thy hour of agony even by Thy apostles, and
betrayed into the hands of Thy enemies by one whom Thou hadst made Thy
friend and companion. Thy whole life, O my Jesus, was one unbroken series
of crosses, borne sweetly and patiently through love of me. Take courage,
then, my soul, from the example of our dear Lord, and bear with noble
strength all the trials and afflictions that may be sent to thee. I will
keep my eyes fixed on Thee, cursed and buffeted, insulted and spat upon,
scourged and crowned with thorns, a heavy cross laid upon Thy poor,
mangled shoulders, and Thy dreadful crucifixion—all for love of me. Surely
then, my God, the desire will grow in my heart to be ready and willing to
make some return to Thee. Yet without Thy help, dear Jesus, I am utterly
helpless to bear the little trials Thou so lovingly dost send me. Thou
hast said clearly, “If any man will come after Me, let him deny himself,
and take up his cross and follow Me.” And again, “Whosoever doth not carry
his cross and come after Me, cannot be My disciple.” I understand then,
dear Jesus, that if I wish to claim the name of follower of Thee, I must
imitate Thee in carrying the cross. I throw myself into Thy loving arms,
my sweet Jesus; do with me as Thou choosest, only give me strength and
courage to abide with Thee forever.
Prayer.
O Sacred Heart of Jesus, I adore Thy impulses of charity, which made Thee
wish to fill my heart and my soul with Thine, my spirit with Thy spirit,
and to feed my body with Thy sacred flesh. I adore Thy divinity, concealed
from my sight under the symbols of Thy mystery of love, and I beseech
Thee, of Thy mercy, to use my soul, my mind, my heart, and my body as a
temple consecrated to Thy honor. O Sacred Heart, I adore Thee as a victim
sacrificed by the ascendancy and power of its own pure love. Amen.
Eighteenth Day. O Heart of Jesus, Thou Art All Mine and I Am All Thine.
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