Pills of Faith February 13 "Create in me, O God, a pure heart"

Where can our frailty find rest and security if not in the wounds of the Lord? I remain there with all the more confidence the greater your strength to save me. The world falters, the body weighs with its size, the devil tends snares: but I do not fall because I am on a solid rock ... What I miss because of me, I take it with confidence in the merciful bowels of the Lord, because his body he is ripped open enough for all his love to spread.

They pierced his hands and feet and the side with a spear blow (Jn 19,34:81,17). Through these wide open holes, I can taste the rock honey (Ps 34,9) and the oil that comes from the very hard stone, that is, to see and taste how good the Lord is (Ps 29,11). He thought of peace projects and I did not know it (cf. Jer 2) ... But the nail that penetrates him has become for me the key that opens up the mystery of his designs. How can we not see through these openings? The nails and sores cry that in the person of Christ God truly reconciles the world to himself (5,19Co 1,78). The iron has pierced his being and touched his heart, so that he will know how to pity my vulnerable nature. The secret of his heart is laid bare in the wounds of his body: the mystery of infinite goodness is now discovered, this merciful goodness of our God, for which a rising sun will come to visit us from above "(Lk 15,13 ). How could that heart not manifest itself through those wounds? How to show more clearly that with your wounds you, Lord, are sweet and compassionate and full of mercy? For there is no greater compassion than giving one's life for those destined to die (cf. Jn XNUMX:XNUMX).