A Reflection by Fr. Mateo from the 20 Holy Hour Book:
“Imagine what a moment that was when the earth once again heard the gentle voice that had resounded on Samaria’s plains and on the mountains of Galilee, a moment when it listened to the God-Man begging our love as a Gethsemane and on Calvary.
Yes, on the glorious and radiant night at Parray-le-Monial, He asked us for our love. Still, He offered us in return not only the treasures already given, but also a gift more beautiful than heaven- He gave us forever His adorable Heart, the source of the redemptive treasures of Calvary.”
“And you, the poor, the sick, the sad, the weak, rejoice too, for the Heart of Jesus belongs to us. It is ours for life. It will be ours beyond the shadows of death!
Let us pray, my brothers and sisters! And if we truly love Jesus, let us ask Him in a great outburst of faith and of boundless love that He discloses to us during this Holy Hour the providential designs of His Sacred Heart.”
Heart of Jesus, tell us Your wish to be enthroned in our rebel world. Speak to us through the Wound in Your divine Heart, which, especially during the last three centuries, has been conquering the world by kindness and mercy. Let creatures keep silent. But You, O Jesus in the Eucharist, speak, and we will live!”
Fervent souls, if I could at least find shelter in the warmth of the family hearth in the home! Alas, this sanctuary will fall in ruins if Satan and the world succeed in driving Me from it, I who am its life of Love! Ask Lazarus, ask Martha, ask Mary, My friends of Bethany, if there is an evil not cured, a sorrow not sweetened, a wound not healed, when I, Jesus, established My Kingdom of love in a home which adores and loves Me!
Fathers, dragging on a tiresome life darkened by the weight of anxieties and responsibilities, let Me enter your home. I am the Sun of peace and strength; I am the soul of a new life.
Mothers, heavily burdened, who suffer for yourselves and your children; afflicted mothers, like My own sweet Mother, why do you not invite Me to bless the dawn and the twilight, the peace and tribulation, the joys and tears of your beloved home?
Jesus, beloved pilgrim, wandering in search of love, stay! But not on the threshold of our homes; Your hair and garments are damp with the dew of night. Come in. Be in spirit and truth the King of our families who love You. Yes, Jesus our Spouse, Jesus our Brother, Jesus, our Friend, come! Reign in our homes, we implore You!”
