Orption of the heart Monday of the fifth week of Easter. Oh, Holy
Spirit Love of father and son, always inspire me what I must think,
what I must say, how I must say, what I must silence,
how I must act, what I must do for the Glory of God,
well of the Souls and my own Sanctification. Holy Spirit Give me, keenness
to understand, ability, to retain, method and faculty, to learn,
subtlety to interpret, grace and effectiveness to speak. Give me right, at
the beginning, direction, as I progress and procession, at the end of
amen. Today we celebrate Saint Catherine of Siena, virgin and doctor of the
Church, the Gospel of St Matthew, chapter eleven of verses twenty- five,
thirty. At that time Jesus cried out to you Father, lords Cibetierra,
for you have hidden these things from the wise men of understanding. And
no one knows the estate more than the father. And no one knows the
father, but son. And he to whom children will reveal him come unto
me, all ye that are weary and burdened, and I delivered you,
bear my yoke, and learn from me that I am meek and humble in
heart, and ye shall find your rest, for my yoke beareth and my
burden light. What the Gospel tells us today We see that the first thing
it does is to thank the Father. Why do I always have to be
carrying a cross that you sometimes give to play hide and seek. He will
give it to us, because he knows that our salvation lies in the imitation
of his son, who dies by the revision of our sins in every elevation
of the sacred form and of his Holy Blood. We are called to be
another like Christ. This opportunity is presented to me every two times three.
Look at Mary, look at our mother. Most likely, she learned that
in her abode of her son' s apostolic wanderings, which then became very
close on the way to the Cross, Christ goes only to the humble,
because only these and this are a great example and of them are a great
example. The saints of God' s antas can be filled with him.
Why, then, because they are empty of themselves and filled with God,
they are called to be like Christ, this opportunity is presented to me every
two times three at every moment. If we do not burden and comfort the
Church of the mourner, who will do more for us, not only must
we console, but we must build day by day an atmosphere of peace,
love, understanding and forgiveness in a society thirsty for meaning, thirsty for God.
In order for the Lord to reveal Himself to the world, He needs
us to be simple and humble to fulfill His will. Humility that is not
servility, for humility always accompanies justice, peace and truth. It is up
to us to be the hands and faces of Christ. What great responsibility to
be members of Christ is to learn to live like him, to bear witness
to a righteous life like that of him? And why don' t you
get to give your life like him? And for him? As Jesus gave
it for each of us. In addition, I am comforted to know that
in him you will find rest and I feel calm as I hope to get
into the heart of Jesus, because there I have a place. There I
rest and I am myself without fear or a gaze that judges and reproves me.
There in that heart it is open because it is wounded. I can
come with my wounds to be recognized as a son. There Jesus tells me
not to tremble, for I am at his home. Time doesn' t
pass there. He is detained on the ground, a moment of infinite peace
is suddenly made and I, with a temple quiet to Jesus and his immense
heart. And I think he tells me. He tells me and I believe
what he tells me. He tells me to go to him when he'
s tired and burdened to find rest. I' m not like that.
I am today filled with trouble and fear. Only in him can I find
the rest I need. In him it seems that my burdens are light,
what a paradox that I am so close to life for such small things and
Jesus tells me that I am not afraid, that you unsettle one side,
that your yoke is very bearable, that yoke that unites me to him forever
blessed communion and then I trust in that love. Ah I trust in that
love and that your love so great teaches me will be what I do not
yet know, because I am no more but humble heart. And he,
precisely if he is clo, is meek when he has to face the cross
with pain. He is humble when so many claim to hail him as king.
Jesus has a heart similar to mine and at the same time so different.
His heart is not divided into good intentions and low to purpose. His
heart doesn' t have that birth wound that makes me do the evil I
want to avoid at all costs. His heart is neither broken nor sick.
Even so, my heart is very similar to yours, in it there is
a seed of eternity that I so often ignore and, at the same time,
a desire to love to the depths of my bowels. It is that
desire that moves me even as I give to those whom I love, I
ask Jesus to allow me to share his feelings, to make me humble,
meek, joyful and faithful, compassionate and simple, bread and poor. I
want to feel her wound. Everything that Jesus feels like to look like him
more and more every day. Lord you know that many times I don'
t thank you for what you give me. I have to learn to thank
you from the provident hand that sustains me day and night and gives me everything
without you I am not anything that I get used to seeing everything as your
grace I am the blessing, that the goodness and mercy of God, Father,
comes in your heart, that the look of love of a child penetrates
into your soul and purifies you from any uneasiness and lack that can separate you
from God, that the love of God the Holy Spirit grants you the peace
you need, that the tenderness of Mary, mother of God and our mother
caresses and protects you, and that the strength and you cite and you cilde
of St Joseph does not father. Lord You, lead to heaven and the
coming of God, father, son and Holy Spirit. It feels about you
and always accompanies you Amen