My Changeless Friend

ONE morning long ago our Lord sat on the western slope of Mount Olivet and gazed on the chosen city of His chosen people. But His Sacred Heart was sad, for He was thinking of the squandered graces and lost opportunities of His flock, that would not listen to the pleadings of His tenderest love. One cry of regret for their hardness escaped His lips: "If thou hadst known," From the tabernacle that cry is often repeated as the years go by. Again our Lord looks out upon a chosen people and again His Heart is sad. My people-if thou hadst known! If thou hadst known the length and breadth and height and depth of My love and what My sacramental presence meant, would visits be so scarce and hurried, would Communions be so infrequent and cold. would My sacred Name be on so few lips and in so few hearts?" It is with the hope that it may in some slight may make better known this love of our Lord that this little book is published. Each paper contains a thought in suggestion and outline only meant not for hurried reading, but for develop.