O Jesus, I bow before your altar. I know that you are not here physically, but you are still here. I am crying and it is hard to say what I feel. I have just read through chapter 5 of Michael O’Brien’s Island of the World, but my tears are not for the story but for your Church and your own Body, O Jesus. O Jesus, how is it possible that my gift to you can only be so small? Let my suffering be great so that I can give something at all. O Jesus, I know you so little, but I know you in the suffering you endured. [and] Endure. O Lord, how is it possible that the things you have made so beautifully can be so broken by evil? How is it that my love is so small. O Mary my Mother, if you give me anything only let me love Jesus.
O Holy Mary, prepare me to give as you have said I will.
Prayer Journal, January 17, 2019
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