He came unto His own—that is, He comes as far as He can—from heaven to the Host, and down to the altar rails. Further He cannot come. The rest of the way must be ours.
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Lord, Come and See!
Come to my heart, this dull cold heart of mine,
All irresponsive to a love divine;
What lacks it to become Thy hallowed shrine?
Lord, come and see!
Make My Heart Perfectly at Ease With You, Lord
What should I have to say were I in the presence of the one I love best in the world; with whom I am quite at my ease; my friend par excellence; to whom my trials, difficulties, character, the secrets of my soul are known…
A Beautiful Reflection on The Hidden God
There is no use denying that with the exception of rare intervals, our intercourse with God in this life is more or less laborious and difficult. This is only saying that Heaven is not yet come. Faith was meant to be a trial, and a trial it certainly is.
Come to Me, Everyone!
Beneath His glance, as snow ‘neath sunny ray,
Some of my cares dissolve and melt away,
Has Your Child Left the Church? You are not Alone, but Elisabeth Leseur Can Help
In a recent homily, our parish priest discussed the staggering fact that 80 percent of baptized young people are leaving the Faith before they are 25 years old.
When Jesus Speaks from the Tabernacle
There will be no more visitors for Me today, none through the long hours of the night. Stay with Me because it is towards evening.
What Can We Promise in Response to Our Lord?
“Can you come after Me by taking up your cross daily— the cross I have laid upon you to liken you to Myself?”
11 Inspirational Quotes about Sacrifice
We are called to give everything, without holding back. Sometimes it’s hard to comprehend the lengths to which we are asked to extend ourselves. Perhaps the quotes below will help to inspire you to desire the love that He desires for you; if not, perhaps at the very least they will provoke a deeper reflection of your Christian vocation.
Lord, Teach me to Praise You
Do this for me, O dearest Lord. Praise does not come easily to these lips of mine. The cares of life, and its failures, and its pains; heaviness of soul, and the weight of the corruptible body, with all the engrossingness of self, wring my heart dry of praise.
