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You can feel
Him...0h yes, here you can feel God... you can inhale and breathe Him, filling
this humble cenacle of the earth, impregnating the atmosphere with celestial
perfume. This tabernacle bears the fragrance of Jesus; one enters here as if
entering Jesus' innermost being; with that same respect...that same
confidence...that same love. The light, the warmth, the fire of the Eucharistic
Jesus fills everything, and thus, in this beloved enclosure, the thorns are
roses...sacrifice is not felt...pain and martyrdom are sweet because they are
suffered for His sake and in His intimacy.
If the altar is
poor, Jesus is its richness...its most delicate embellishment. Without being
fully aware of it, one enters into profound concentration and prayer because
one leaves earthly things at the door, and the soul is engulfed in the
possession of its Beloved.
Here - all
alone, He and I - He, with all His greatness, and I with all my miseries - He,
all fire; and I, burning in the midst of His divine Passion! ...My darkness is
lost in the midst of His light...,and my icy heart melts inside of His. Here my
sins are forgiven and my sorrows - 0! my sorrows are united to His own, giving
them value...How many treasures are enclosed in this holy place, consecrated
through the presence of Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament! Heaven is here, because
He is here!
I would not
exchange these four walls for the most glorious palace on earth! You can feel
Him, yes... here the Lord can be felt.., here He can be found...here the soul
loses itself in His arms. It cries out contritely, is anxious to suffer, and
loves Him!
Jesus inflames
us in the nearness of that Holy Host. This is the enclosed garden, the place
selected for divine appointments... for holy conversations... for divine
loves...Here, at the foot of this altar, the palpitations of the heart are also
supernatural, desiring the possession of God, celebrating the Mysteries of the
life of the heart with Him.
Here the tongue
truly occupies itself only in praising... the eyes in crying...and the heart in
loving the One Who is all lovable...Here love grows and grows until it has no
other wish or desire but the will of God. Here, Jesus of my soul, I love
oblivion, scorn, and obscurity; and the world and worldly things are removed
from my heart according to the measure that my spirit possesses You! You are
the glory of my life, Eucharistic Jesus. I am happy here, consuming myself in
Your presence like the candles on the altar...I languish from the love of
possessing You, with an insatiable hunger for a greater union and more
sacrifices.
But why is it
that we feel Jesus here? Because of the emptiness of the soul, because the
world is very far away, because we have no witnesses and the solitude of the
heart is complete.
And this is why
my love grows according to the measure that I empty myself... that I humble
myself... that I sink.., that I lose myself in my unworthiness and in my nothingness.
(From Holy Hours
by Concepcion Carbrera de Armida)
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