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O Sacred Heart of Jesus, I come to Thee this day and desire ardently to offer something of value to Thee. Thou art so mistreated and so little loved by the greater part of mankind. I am not okay with this sad fact, and I resolve, for my part at least, to make amends to Thee. I come to Thee this day for Thy sake – to comfort and console Thee. I do not come to Thee like so many others who, seeking a divine Santa Claus of sorts, pour out all of their selfish interests and desires to Thee without even thinking of Thy divine interests and desires.

But alas, my pride has done me in yet again. No sooner do I set out upon this course of comforting and consoling Thee than I am flooded by my countless cares and concerns that rush in upon me and hurl me back down crashing into the depths of my own nothingness. Foolish me who thought that he was able to sustain himself without any help from on high. Thank You, my Jesus, for rebuking my pride and reminding me that I am nothing without Thee!

But what remains? How can I comfort and console Thee when I am in constant need of comfort and consolation myself? How can I attend to Thy needs when I am nothing but needs myself? Well, perhaps Thou art comforted and consoled by the very fact that I seek comfort and consolation from Thee. Perhaps this is the great complaint of Thy Sacred Heart, that men do not seek Thee when they are oppressed and Thou art literally dying to help them?