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Let's love Jesus who has loved us so much. With this thought let's come frequently before His tabernacle each day. He is always looking at us and desiring that we love Him. He lives there more poorly than He did when in Bethlehem, more helpless than when He was a child. He can do nothing for Himself, and yet He is Life itself.

I'd like to make souls understand that the Eucharist is heaven, given because "heaven is only a tabernacle without doors, a Eucharist without veils, a communion without end.

I suppose I ought to be distressed that I so often fall asleep during meditation and thanksgiving after Holy Communion, but I reflect that little children, asleep or awake, are equally dear to their parents; that to perform operations doctors put their patients to sleep; and finally, that 'The Lord knoweth our frame. He remembereth that we are but dust.' Ps. 102: 14.

Therefore the whole perpetual sacrificial offering of Christ at the cross, in the holy Mass, and in the eternal glory of heaven can be conceived as a single great thanksgiving as Eucharist: as gratitude for creation, salvation, and consummation. Christ presents himself in the name of all creation, whose prototype he is and to which he descended to renew it from the inside out and lead it to perfection. But he also calls upon the entire created world itself, united with him, to give the Creator the tribute of thanks that is his due.

In truth, it is impossible that a heart which can find rest only in contemplation of the Tabernacle-and yours is such, you tell me- could so far offend Our Lord as not to be able to receive Him. . . . What does offend Jesus, what wounds Him to the Heart, is want of confidence.

The Lord is patient and has great mercy. In His economy He knows how to profit even by our faults, if we deposit them on His altar.

To die with Christ on the cross, to rise again with Him, is translated into reality for all the faithful and especially for every priest in the sacrifice of the Mass. In those who celebrate it or participate in it with lively faith, is reenacted what happened on Golgotha.

Devotion to the presence of Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament was, and still is, for me a source of patience, perseverance, refuge and consolation; literally, the very spring of my life. Without this mystery of our Savior's love, which he has left for us in the Church, I would have perished long since.