The Voice of Jesus: My children, offer Me your love and your fervent prayers. Give Me the holocaust of your generous sacrifices in order to conquer so many souls who struggle against the outpouring tenderness of My Heart which pleads without truce or rest.
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Count, if you can, the bloody thorns of My Crown. Perhaps you will find there the well-beloved name of someone from your own family circle. How many consolations and thoughtful kindnesses I have offered to them only to have them rejected by these very ones so dear to your heart and Mine! Perhaps they are not wicked, but forgetful of Me they live carried away by the cares and pleasures of the world.
Pray, faithful souls, pray that the patience and infinite mercy of My Heart triumph over their resistance, and that one day I may win a great victory here in My Eucharist, where My love awaits them.
I thirst with a burning thirst to see Myself surrounded in this Host by a happy and numerous army of returned prodigals, of recovered lost sheep, of sinners converted by the gentleness of My reproaches, by My tears, and by the choice graces promised and granted through the Holy Hour and through the fervent celebration of First Fridays.
Why are you waiting? Ask, dear apostles, ask with faith, for the God of Love Who is here, has willed His captivity on the Altar only to give happiness to the world. Knock with perfect confidence, knock again on the Wound in My Side, and the doors of My Heart will open wide to you.
(From Twenty Holy Hours by Rev. Mateo Crawley-Boevey, SS.CC)