Go to Jesus-Hostia, his Heart is calling you, he is waiting for you. Go, it is you that He wants, you and not another. If you cannot go, he does not call you; but if he invites you and names you and your conscience tells you to go, go! It is a great honor and a great preference.
Do not go only to ask for this or that, to get help and protection. The friendship of God is a sweet trade, but for this trade to be truly profitable, it must be disinterested; for disinterestedness is a more perfect way of acting, and it honors more the one who is the object of it and the one who puts it into practice. God does not allow himself to be defeated in generosity, especially by the poor. Think less of asking than of giving, forget yourself a little to keep Jesus company, to console him, to give him the love that others deny him, to compensate him in some measure.
All the evils of the earth that make you groan afflict him even more than they afflict men. His justice must allow the evils that sin has done, but his Heart wept tears of blood for them in the Garden of Olives…
It is his Heart, that is to say his love, that has fixed him in the Tabernacle; let your heart carry you there too, let it be love that leads you there; adore, thank first, supplication will be allowed to you afterwards, but go for Him before going for yourself.
You may not know what to say to Him. What does a flower say under the eyes of a sick person? It delights him without speaking to him; it is its presence that speaks, its color, its shape, its perfume.
Your perfume is yourself, you and not another; your person, your soul is there, with the spirit that has been given to you, the heart as you have it, your own faculties, your being. This soul made in the likeness of the One who comes to look at it, this soul, it pleases him because he made it, and by looking at it he repairs it if you have damaged it.
The color of a flower comes from the rays of the sun; well! the divine Sun of justice has enriched you with particular gifts that have not been given to any other. You have your own color, your own place in the harmony created by God for his glory. He knows it better than you. He has made beauties in you that you do not know and that He loves to see; wear them for Him; perhaps He will reveal them to you to console you for the ugliness you know in yourself.
Your fragrance will be the disposition of your will to the good that it loves, your desires to love even more the good that you desire. Holy desires are celestial perfumes that rise only from the bosom of souls already cultivated by the hand of the Lord.
You don’t know what to say? Are you tired, sick? Well, you will be there as you are, the good Lord does not ask for anything more; the prayer of the sick person attracts more grace; the flower that bends over shows that it needs water; by bringing your weakness to Jesus, He will see it more closely, and as it is His hand that spreads the dew, you will receive the first abundance of it.
You are distracted, bored; what does it matter? There are flowers without perfume that we sometimes prefer. Jesus loves souls where sterility gives rise to humility, that hidden flower whose perfume is the most exquisite.
Don’t you know what to say? Ah! are there not, at the hour when God calls you, afflicted men for whom to ask for consolation, souls who need help, enemies to whom you must forgive, dying people who appear before God and for whom no one prays, sinners who commit crimes, tempted souls on the verge of succumbing, poor and unfortunate people in distress who await the assistance that the good God has resolved to grant them at your request?
It is not a question of presenting yourself before God to be consoled, but to be consoling. Perhaps now is not the time to enjoy, but to suffer.