by Fr Duncan McVicar on 21/11/2011 -
Not long ago I heard a story about a young man and an old priest. The young man had lost his job and didn’t know which way to turn. So he went to see the old priest in his Parish Church. Pacing about the priest’s study, the young man ranted about his problem. Finally he clenched his fist and shouted, “I’ve begged God to say something to help me. Tell me, Father, why doesn’t God answer?” The old priest, who sat across the room, spoke something in reply – something so hushed it was indistinguishable. The young man stepped across the room. “What did you say, Father?” he asked.The priest repeated himself, but again in a tone as soft as a whisper. So the young man moved closer until he was leaning on the priest’s chair. “Sorry,” he said. “I still didn’t hear you, Father.” With their heads bent together, the old priest spoke once more. “God sometimes whispers,” he said, “so we will move closer to hear Him.” This time the young man heard and he understood. We all want God’s voice to thunder through the air with the answer to our problems. But God’s is the still, small voice… the gentle whisper. Perhaps there’s a reason. Nothing draws human focus quite like a whisper. God’s whisper means I must stop my ranting and move close to Him, until my head is bent together with His. And then, as I listen, I will find my answer. Better still, I find myself united to God.
Most sweet Jesus,
Redeemer of the human race,
look down upon us humbly prostrate before you. We are yours, and yours we wish to be; but to be more surely united with you, behold each one of us freely consecrates himself today to your Most Sacred Heart. Many indeed have never known you; many, too, despising your precepts, have rejected you. Have mercy on them all, most merciful Jesus, and draw them to your Sacred Heart. Be King, O Lord, not only of the faithful who have never forsaken you, but also of the prodigal children who have abandoned you; grant that they may quickly return to their Father’s house, lest they die of wretchedness and hunger. Be King of those who are deceived by erroneous opinions, or whom discord keeps aloof,
and call them back to the harbour of truth and the unity of faith, so that soon there may be but one flock and one Shepherd.
Grant, O Lord, to your Church assurance
of freedom and immunity from harm;
give tranquility of order to all nations;
make the earth resound from pole to pole with one cry:Praise to the divine Heart that wrought our salvation; to it be glory and honour for ever. Amen.
(Also known as “Iesu dulcissime, Redemptor”)
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