How it grieves my Heart
when the unique love I offer a soul
is spurned, or ignored, or regarded with indifference.
I tell you this so that you may make reparation to my Heart
by accepting the love I have for you
and by living in my friendship.
Receive my gifts, my kindnesses,
my attention, my mercies
for the sake of those who refuse what I so desire to give them.
Do this especially for my priests, your brothers.
I would fill each one of my priests with my merciful love,
I would take each one into the shelter of my wounded Side,
I would give to each one the delights of my Divine Friendship,
but so few of my priests accept what I desire to give them.
They flee from before my Face.
They remain at a distance from my open Heart.
They keep themselves apart from me.
Their lives are compartmentalized.
They treat with me only when duty obliges them to do so.
There is no gratuitous love,
no desire to be with me for my own sake,
simply because I am there in the Sacrament of my Love,
waiting for the companionship and friendship
of those whom I have chosen and called
from among millions of souls to be my priests
and to be the special friends of my Sacred Heart.
Would that priests understood that they are called
not only to minister to souls in my Name,
but even more to cling to me, to abide in me,
to live in me and for me, and by me and no other.
I want you to tell priests of the desires of my Heart . . .
Make known to them these things that I have made known to you.
So many of my priests have never really heard and understood
the invitation to an exclusive and all-fulfilling friendship with me.
And so, they feel alone in life.
They are driven to seek out in other places
and in creatures unworthy of the undivided love of their consecrated hearts,
the fullness of happiness, and hope, and peace
that only I can give them.
So many go forward in bitterness and disappointment.
They seek to fill the emptiness within with vain pursuits,
with lust, with possessions, with food and drink.
They have me, very often, near to them in the Sacrament of my Love,
and they leave me there alone,
day after day and night after night.
Oh, how my Heart longs to raise up a company of priest-adorers
who will make reparation for their brother priests
by abiding before my Eucharistic Face.
I will pour out the treasures of my Eucharistic Heart upon them.
I want to renew the priesthood in my Church,
and I will do it beginning with a few priests
touched to the quick by my friendship,
and drawn into the radiance of my Eucharistic Face.
From In Sinu Iesu, The Journal of a Priest