Indifference to the Sufferings of Jesus

What Our Lord desires above all else is our love and regard for Him.  Especially does He lament man's indifference to His Presence
in the Blessed Sacrament, where He waits for us night and day, ready to give us the graces we need for our lives -
yet people in general just ignore Him.



from various sources

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sheen.gif (6584 bytes)The dulling of Conscience leads to Indifference!

The inner workings of the mind are quite different in the good doing wrong and the evil doing evil. In the latter, a hardening process sets in. Conscience first shouts; then, after repeated chokings it becomes so weak it can only whisper; finally, its voice is stifled altogether. Since such people willed to have no moral law except of their own making, God leaves them alone. It is terrible for the soul when God pursues it and drives it to perfection; but it is more terrible still when He leaves the soul to its own conceits.


Jesus' Lament Over Man's Indifference

eucharist_heem_300.jpg (14094 bytes)At the beginning of My Passion I saw in Gethsemane all the sins of men - past, present, and future - and I Myself seemed to share in those sins. The revulsion was so great that my sweat became drops of blood. Here in the Tabernacle, this agony continues, for I see Myself in the midst of sin and the consequences of sin. From My prison here in the Tabernacle I behold men inflicting injustices upon their fellowmen; I see wars, killing, impurities and thefts. My suffering is intense, and My agony renewed.

In Gethsemane I looked for comfort from My friends but they slept. Note, my child, they did not at first flee - they remained nearby and slept. Here in the Tabernacle I endure the same loneliness. How many there are who, not caring about Me, slumber on in their indifference, although I long to enter their hearts. I tell you, my child, that it does not cause Me as much pain to enter a heart in sin, as it does to be ignored by those who should know and love Me.

In My Passion, I was dragged from one court of "justice" to another. Here I was falsely accused of gross crimes of which I was innocent, and My reputation was dragged to the depths. Here, too, I am falsely described by those who hate Me, in order to destroy, if possible, in the hearts of those who love Me, their faith in the Holy Eucharist.

Then, at Pilate's house I was scourged. Ah - what pain I experienced as those scourges ripped and seared My flesh! It was a punishment for criminals and outcasts which was administered to Me. Here, too, I am scourged by those tongues of those who use their tongues to speak uncharitably of their neighbor. When I am placed in Communion upon such a tongue stained with blood of a ruined reputation or a slandered soul, it is for Me as if the scourges once more cut My Body. Yes - from you, too, have I suffered this scourging.

The crowing with thorns followed - and the mockery. Child, do you know how sharp and painful the thorns were? They were pressed into My temples - an excruciating agony.

In the Eucharist I resuffer the crowning and the mockery of My Kingship whenever I am visited or received by those who render Me only lip service, and then go out and break My Heart by disobeying Me in their daily lives, or who question My authority as expressed by My Church.

Afterwards I was presented to the crowd so that they might choose between Barabbas and Me. How it hurt Me when they chose him!

eucharist2.gif (14361 bytes) Today, in the Eucharist, My Heart suffers untold agony when souls prefer their own pleasure and ease to Me. There are countless souls who pass the church door without even thinking of Me, or if they do think of Me, decide against visiting Me in order to pursue their own interests. Some even prefer a hunting or fishing trip or some other recreation to coming to a Mass of obligation, and there are many who prefer their own beds to Me. Some there are, who, present with Me in body, withdraw their minds and hearts from Me to fix them on some other objects which they desire more.

You, too, My child, at times prefer your own comfort to Me. Your wandering thoughts and comfortable postures while at prayer, and your coldness to Me when I come to you in Holy Communion, are all forms of choosing Barabbas.

The road to Calvary was a painful, sordid one for Me. I was kicked and jostled, thrown to the ground, covered with blood, mud and filth.

Today in the Eucharist I suffer the same. The sacrileges perpetrated against Me are numerous. At times the very hosts are ground underfoot, defiled, and made an object of ridicule. At times it is a sin-stained heart that oppresses Me when I enter it, as the Cross weighed on My shoulders en route to Calvary.

And then I was crucified. Exposed naked to the rude gaze of those who jeered at Me, I died in unspeakable agony.

My life in the Tabernacle is a continual crucifixion. I see Myself once more exposed to the scorn of My enemies, and the indifference of those I love is like a spear in My Heart. I am fastened to this prison by nails of love - love for all mankind, even for those who ignore Me or hate Me - love for you.

For you - yes, for you - I endure this life of loneliness. Yet I permit you to share it with Me, and My Heart is gladdened when you come and spend time here at My feet.

Dear child, in order that you do not leave here discouraged or downcast, I tell you that, in spite of your failings, I love you. Love for you keeps Me in the Tabernacle, love for you brings Me to your heart in Holy Communion. You are very dear to Me, and I understand your difficulties and temptations, and shall help you to overcome them. Your efforts to do My Will please Me, and I shall draw you ever closer to My Heart.

Be at peace, dear child. Be at peace. Love Me. It is all I ask.


Novena to Saint Benedict

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Glorious Saint Benedict, sublime model of virtue, pure vessel of God's grace! Behold me humbly kneeling at your feet. I implore you in your loving kindness to pray for me before the throne of God.

To you I have recourse in the dangers that daily surround me.
Shield me against my selfishness and my indifference to God and to my neighbor.
Inspire me to imitate you in all things.

May your blessing be with me always, so that I may see and serve Christ in others and work for His kingdom.

Graciously obtain for me from God those favors and graces which I need so much in the trials, miseries and afflictions of life.

Your heart was always full of love, compassion and mercy toward those who were afflicted or troubled in any way. You never dismissed without consolation and assistance anyone who had recourse to you.

I therefore invoke your powerful intercession, confident in the hope that you will hear my prayers and obtain for me the special grace and favor I earnestly implore.

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Help me, great Saint Benedict, to live and die as a faithful child of God, to run in the sweetness of His loving will, and to attain the eternal happiness of Heaven.