"I want to repose in your heart, because many souls have thrown Me out of their hearts today." (Jesus to St. Faustina)
Since typing the above words into yesterday's post, I cannot stop thinking about them. Imagine throwing Jesus Christ, my Lord and King and Savior, out of my heart! Imagine Him living within me, and my suddenly saying one day: "I don't want You here, there's no room for You in my life anymore... here's the door."
Such a horrible thought. It's tough for me to even write the words. Yet, people push Jesus out of their hearts every minute. Maybe not with full consciousness of what they're doing (although that does happen, of course). But every time one of us makes a decision to ignore God's serious commands in favor of our own, Christ is being shown the door.
How great is the mercy of Our Lord, for He persists, He comes back, He knocks and knocks again.
Here I stand, knocking at the door. If anyone hears Me calling and opens the door, I will enter his house and have supper with Him, and he with Me.” (Revelation 3:20)
In spite of His amazing persistence, however, there are some who never open (or re-open) the door. It is a tragic, sobering thought. As a "cloistered heart," I take Jesus' desire to find repose in hearts quite seriously. I pray for the individuals in whose hearts He is longing to dwell.
Primarily, knowing that He is unwelcome in the hearts of many, I offer Him a place of loving refuge in my own.
"I want to repose in your heart, because many souls have thrown Me out of their hearts today."
Lord Jesus, here is my heart. In it, may You find a refuge of love and praise.