We depend on His Heart ...

What could be equal to the affection of Christ?

Can a mother be so tender with her love?
What father has love his children so much?
What has a man ever loved so greatly?

Who has ever been seized by such "mania" for anything beautiful and then because of it willingly allowed himself to be wounded by the object of his love without swerving from his affection towards the ungrateful one, but even prizes the very wounds above everything?

This proves that He loves us but also that He greatly honours us, it belongs to the greatest honour that He is not ashamed even of the infirmities of our nature, but is seated on His royal throne with the scars which He acquired from human weakness.

He highly esteemed our nature and yet He did not neglect us individually ... He calls all of us to His crown; He has set us free from slavery and made us sons. He has opened heaven to all, and has shown us the way and supplied us with wings that we may fly to Him.

Not content with this, He Himself leads the way ...

He sustains us and encourages us when we are slack.

Yet, I have not mentioned the greatest thing of all:

The Master is present with His servants not only to that extent but to the extent that He imparts of His own. He not only gives us a hand, but He gives us His whole Self.

We are the temple of the living God; our members are Christ's members whose Head the Cherubim adore.

These very feet, these hands, depend on His Heart.