"Now write for My souls: I want to tell them of the poignant
sorrow which filled My heart at the Last Supper. If it was bliss for Me to think
of those to whom I should be both Companion and Heavenly Food, of all those would
surround Me to the end of time with adoration, reparation and love…this in no
wise diminished My grief at the many who leave Me deserted in My tabernacle and
who would not even believe in MY Real Presence…Sacrileges and outrages, and all
the nameless abominations to be committed against Me passed before My eyes…
It is love for souls that keeps Me a prisoner in the Blessed Sacrament, I stay there that all may come and find the comfort they need in the tenderest of Hearts, the best of Fathers, the most faithful of Friends, who will never abandon them. The Holy Eucharist is the invention of Love…Yet how few souls correspond to that love which spends and consumes itself for them."
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It is love for souls that keeps Me a prisoner in the Blessed Sacrament, I stay there that all may come and find the comfort they need in the tenderest of Hearts, the best of Fathers, the most faithful of Friends, who will never abandon them. The Holy Eucharist is the invention of Love…Yet how few souls correspond to that love which spends and consumes itself for them."
(Sister Josefa Menendez from The Way of Divine Love)
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