Woe is me, my heart is made for love!

March 4

Listen, my father, the just complaints of our sweet Jesus, "With what ingratitude is paid my love for men! Would be less offended by them if they had loved less. My Father does not want to endure more. I would love to stop but ... (and here Jesus is silent and sighs, and then continues) but, alas!, My heart is made for love! The vile and lazy men make no effort to overcome the temptations or, more seriously, delight in their wickedness. The souls favorite for me, put in the test, I fail; the weak are driven by despair and desperation are strong slowly improving.I leave the church alone at night, only during the day. You do not care about the sacrament of the altar is never spoken of this sacrament of love, and even those who speak of this, alas!, How indifferent, how cold do.My heart is forgotten, no one cares because of my love, I am always distressed. My house has become for many a place of fun, but also for my ministers, I have always looked upon with fondness, that I loved as the apple of my eyes, they should comfort my heart full of bitterness, they should help in the redemption of souls. However, who would believe it?, Of which I received ingratitude and forgetfulness. I see my son, many of them that ... (here was silent, sobs cut off his voice and wept in secret) that, under hypocritical appearances betray me by sacrilegious communions, ignoring the lights and the forces that are continually present ... '.Jesus continued still grieving. Father, how I suffer mourn see Jesus! Have you also seen you?"My son - Jesus continued - I have need of victims to appease God's righteous anger and of my Father, renew me the gift of your whole being, and do not book you nothing."The sacrifice of my life, my father, I have renewed it, and if I feel in me a feeling of sadness, it occurs when contemplating the God of the pain.If possible, try to find souls that are offered to the Lord as victims for sinners. Jesus will help.(March 12, 1913, Father Agustin de San Marcos in Lamis - Letters. I, p. 341)

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