Friday, August 5, 2011

I Am Here


Our Lord has bestowed upon me a bittersweet grace of sorts in my devotion to His Sacred Heart. He has allowed me to become aware of the coldness and indifference so many have toward Him. There are times I walk into church for Sunday Mass and people are talking amongst themselves or reading a bulletin, and all I can think is: "If they only realized Who it is they ignore in these precious moments before Mass begins." Jesus is there in the tabernacle and so many ignore His presence.
When I first began to notice this, I found myself prone to standing in judgement. Now I just pray for these souls and ask Jesus to allow me to love Him for those who do not. I don't really think it is a case of these people not loving Jesus, but ignorance. Nonetheless, this still wounds His Heart.
This is just one small instance, but one that saddens me. I use it and offer it to Jesus as an interior mortification. There are many in our world though who choose not to love Our Lord and blatantly profane, neglect and outrage Him. It is for these souls too, that we must make reparation to Our Lord's Sacred Heart; those of us who choose to love Him and are devoted to His Sacred Heart must love Him for those who do not.
I came across this beautiful poem on the Sacred Heart Devotion site. It expresses what it is I wish to tell Jesus in response to His plea for love from His people~ I am here.
On this First Friday, let us make reparation for all the outrages, neglect and profanations made against Our Lord's Sacred Heart and let Him know, that we who love Him, are here.


I AM HERE

O Lord of Life,

I have heard You crying day and night
Outside the hearts of Your people. You call out to them and wait for their answer! "See my love for you?" You cry. "Hear my love for you?", You moan. "Open the door of your hearts to Me", You beg. "Without Me you are lost. "Within Me you are found." I feel Your pain echoed in my heart And my heart cries out for You. I am here for You, my Lord. Take me! As You enter my heart My soul is flooded with Your Life. The deep waters of my love stir And as fountains, spring forth In Joy and Peace and Longing. "Where are my people?" You cry to me. "Can they not hear my cries?" I am here, I whisper. "My Love brings them Life", You tenderly cry. "Why is this so Hard?" As Your heart is pierced once again Your tears wash through my soul And spring forth fertile ground. You hand me the keys. "Open their hearts for Me",  Your Sacred Heart sighs. I am here, I whisper.

6 comments:

mary333 said...

Karin,
This is a beautiful post. Thank you for the link - I will be adding it to my favorites list. Your words remind me of the book Consoling the Heart of Jesus by Michael Gaitley. Incredible book!

Karinann said...

Thanks Mary. Glad you liked the prayer/poetry. That site is a favorite of mine as well.
Thanks too for adding to my to read list.

Michael said...

Thanks for this link Karinann. I loved your perspective as well - a lesson for me to pray for those people that just dont realize WHO they are ignoring!
God Bless you.

Colleen said...

I struggle with the same thing. Trying not to judge those who do not seem to know where they are and Who is there. I pray very hard!!

momOf3 said...

Like Colleen I struggle in the past not to judge others when they are negligent out of ignorance. But the way God always teaches me is making me stand in their shoes. With 2 toddlers and a baby, its almost impossible to have interior and exterior silence in front of our Lord during Mass. But as you know God teaches and helps us do what He wants us to do. So, I'm still struggling but I replace my thoughts of annoyance to thoughts of prayer for me and for them. Thank you Kari.

Karinann said...

Momof3,
Thanks for your thoughts on this. I do try to replace those judgements with prayer because I really do feel bad that these people do not know Who it is that is in front of them. Toddlers and babies are another story; their noise does not bother me :)
God bless.

Closing Prayer

Psalm 45: Canticle of Love to the King

My heart overflows with a good theme;
I address my verses to the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
You are fairer than the sons of men;
Grace is poured upon Your lips;
Therefore God has blessed You forever.

Gird Your sword on Your thigh, O Mighty One,
In Your splendor and Your majesty!
And in Your majesty ride on victoriously,
For the cause of truth and meekness and righteousness;
Let Your right hand teach You awesome things.
Your arrows are sharp;
The peoples fall under You;
Your arrows are in the heart of the King’s enemies.

Your throne, O God, is forever and ever;
A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness;
Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You
With the oil of joy above Your fellows.
All Your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia;
Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made You glad.
Kings’ daughters are among Your noble ladies;
At Your right hand stands the queen in gold from Ophir.