St. Faustina on Divine Mercy

O Eternal Love, You command Your Sacred Image to be painted And reveal to us the inconceivable fount of mercy, You bless whoever approaches Your rays, And a soul all black will turn into snow. O Sweet Jesus it is here You establish the throne of Your mercy. To bring joy and hope to sinful man. From your open Heart, as pure from a pure fount, Flows comfort to a repentant heart and soul. May praise and glory for this Image Never cease to stream from man's soul. May praise for God's mercy pour from every heart, Now, and at every and at every hour and forever and ever.

O My God

When I look into the future, I am frightened, But why plunge into the future? Only the present moment is precious to me, As the future may never enter my soul at all. It is no longer in my power to change, correct or add to the past; For neither sages nor prophets could do that. And so what the past has embraced I must entrust to God.

O present moment, you belong to me, whole and entire. I desire to use you as best I can. And although I am weak and small, You grant me the grace of Your omnipotence. And so, trusting in Your mercy, I walk through life like a little child, offering You each day this heart Burning with love for Your greater Glory.

J.M.J.(Jesus, Mary, and Joseph)

God and souls

King of Mercy, guide my soul.

Sister M Faustina

of the Blessed Sacrament.

(1905-1938)

Maurice Zundel on Man and God

What is difficult is to love anybody who happens to come along. The difficulty is to love those with whom we have nothing in common, those whom we find unpleasant. And it is there that we are tempted to fool ourselves and evade God's call... Man is not completed. Creation is a story involving two parties and cannot be achieved without us. God will not do, in our place, what he expects us to do ourselves... God can only reveal himself as freedom through our own freedom. God does not dominate us : He is waiting for us... If I could sum up my entire faith, it is really this : I believe in the life of Somebody else in me... I believe in the fraitly of God because, if there is nothing stronger than love, there is nothing more fragile. Maurice Zundel (1897-1975)