Since becoming Catholic nearly 5 years ago, I have been increasingly intrigued by the devotion to the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Not something I had ever heard of as a Protestant Christian. But I love the Sacred Heart for focusing my gaze intently on the center and motivation of God in His love for His children.
This week, I came across the writings of Heather King. What a gift she is! Brilliant, poetic, moving, and intensely devout. Completely fresh view point, unlike any other I have encountered.
This excerpt touched my heart – may it touch yours:
I love a good statue of Jesus with a hole ripped in His chest and His sacred heart hemorrhaging blood. Nobody knew better than Christ that people to whom everyday things like holding a job or interacting with another human being are never-ending sources of torture and anxiety are exactly the ones most in need of healing. A guy who hung out with lepers, paralytics, the possessed: this is someone I can trust. We don’t have to go up to Him, He comes down to us. We want a doctor, a hospital, meds: He gives us Himself. We want to stop the suffering; He says, I’ll suffer with you.