Let me live with you

IMG_1101.jpgThe image is a detail of the icon of Our Mother of Perpetual Succour that is venerated in the Oratory of Silverstream Priory. I am your Mother, the Mother given you by my Son Jesus, from the Cross, in the solemn hour of His Sacrifice. And you are my son, dear to my Sorrowful and Immaculate Heart, precious to me, and ever under the mantle of my protection.

Let me live with you as I lived with John, the second son of my Heart and the model for all my priest sons down through the ages.

Speak to me simply and with complete trust in the compassion of my maternal Heart and in the power given to my maternal intercession. There is nothing that you cannot bring to me, nothing that you cannot present to me, nothing that you cannot offer me, even to your very sins.

Anything given to me by My sons, I press to my Heart; all that is impure, every vestige of sin is consumed in the flame of love that burns in my Immaculate Heart, in the fire of love that is the Holy Spirit in me, the very Fire of the Divinity. Give to me, then, all that you would offer to my Son and to His Father. It will be purified as gold in the furnace because I will press it to my Heart. Nothing impure can endure the flame of love that burns in my Heart. Only love remains.

Give me your weaknesses, your past sins, your daily faults, and I will present to my Son only the love with which, in spite of all your weaknesses, you desire to love Him, and with Him, love the Father. I am your Mother. I am the Mother from whom you need hide nothing. Even those things that you think are hidden appear clearly to me in the pure light of the Godhead.

When I see a priest son of mine disfigured or polluted by sin, I am moved, not to judge him but, to show him mercy and to employ all the means at my disposal for his full recovery from the vestiges of sin. So many of those who struggle against inveterate habits of sin and pernicious vices would find themselves quickly set free from them if they would only approach me with filial confidence and allow me to do for them what my maternal and merciful Heart moves me to do.

There are no limits to my intercessory power because the Father has so ordained it. One can never go wrong in turning to me. No matter how complex the problem, no matter how sordid the sin, I am the Handmaid of the Divine Mercy, the Refuge of Sinners, and the Mother of all who struggle against the forces of darkness. Come to me, then. I can even say those comforting words first spoken by my beloved Son: "Come to me, and I will give you rest."

It is not enough to have some practices in my honour in the course of the day: I desire more, and you are called to more. You are called to reproduce the life of Saint John with me in the Cenacle and at Ephesus. If only you knew the bonds of love for Jesus, and of obedience to the Father, and of joy in the Holy Spirit that united John's soul to Mine. We were the nucleus of a family of souls that has grown wondrously through the ages: the family of all those who, like John, lived with me, learned from me, and allowed me so to love them that love for my Jesus blazed in their hearts like a great fire, the fire that my Son came to cast upon the earth.

(From In Sinu Iesu, The Journal of a Priest)