I often think of the goodness and kindness of God my Savior while He was here on earth with His visible presence. One might almost say that His doing good went too far, was excessive, though of course it was not; for He was God and God is goodness itself.
I often think, for instance, of Mary Magdalen; hers was certainly a very enviable lot. With her tears she bathed the feet of her Savior, she kissed them with her lips. I think of the Apostle Thomas, too. His was also an enviable lot: he touched with his finger, at least he was invited by the Lord to do so and even commanded, the adorable wounds on the glorified Body. But it seems to me that St. John's privilege was still greater, because he leaned his head on the breast of Jesus at the Last Supper and listened to the throbbing of that adorable Heart of love and maybe saw in a vision before him all the Communions of all the ages down to the end of time.
But I am more favored than any of those, because I enjoy the happiness of receiving this dear Sacrament again and again. Daily I may lay my weary head upon my Savior's breast. No, more than that; daily I receive Him into my heart, daily I am transformed into Him so intimately that the heavenly Father, looking down upon me, sees not so much me as His well-beloved Son. "My God and my all!" How true it is. "My God, my only good, Thou art all mine; grant that I may be all Thine!"
(From The Way To God by Father Winfrid Herbst SDS)