And looking round about on them with anger, being grieved for the blindness of their hearts, he saith to the man: Stretch forth thy hand. And he stretched it forth: and his hand was restored unto him. St. Mark 3:5 Does Jesus not seek to enter again into the heart that was once His own?
He does, but to what can we compare the efforts made by Our Lord to enter the hearts of His creatures?
” I am a worm and no man, the despised and most abject of men,” He says. And again,
“We have esteemed Him as a leper, and as one struck by God; there was no comeliness in
Him that we should be desirous of Him,” are the words of Scirpture in reference to Our Lord.
Have you ever seen an outcast,homeless animal stricken with some complaint, driven piteously
from door to door, receiving a kick from one, a stone from another? Have you noticed the piteous look in the poor creature’s face,as it wanders about seeking for shelter and finding none?
Ah, if so, that poor stricken thing may remind you of Him, who was as one struck by God, who was wounded for our iniquities, who was bruised for our sins – Jesus, who was driven hither and thither in His Passion, who was led as a lamb to the slaughter, and who as a sheep before His shearers opened not His mouth.
What was done to Jesus in His Passion is a figure of the treatment He receives in all ages.
People will not give Him entrance to their hearts,
or they take Him in for a time and then send Him forth;
and the thought of those who would do that,
the thought of the sin of Judas,
was a far greater suffering to Him
than when His sorrowful heart cried out on the hilltop near Jerusalem,
“O Jerusalem,Jerusalem, how often would I have gathered thy children to my breast as a hen doth her brood under her wing, and thou wouldest not.”
But we will, Sweet Lord, we will come
and nestle in the resting place Thou hast provided for us –
Thy own most sacred, loving Heart.
We have heard Thy cry, “I looked for one to grieve with Me,
and there was no one; and for one that would comfort Me,
and there was none.”
We will remain and be warmed in this furnace of Divine Love, and we will
take from therein sparks of Divine Love wherewith to kindle the
flame Thou so desirest should be enkindled – the love of souls,
Thy love, the love of Thy heart.
p20f, Mother Mary Potter
“Mary’s Call to Her Loving Children, Devotion for the Dying”