The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1914-07-11
ADoRATloN OF THE PRECIOUS
BLOOD.

What strikes us at the first thought
Father Faber in his beautiful work,
The Precious Blood that we have.
to worship it with the highest wor-
ship. 1t is not relic at which we
should look with wonder and love, and
which we should kiss with reverence,
as having once been a temple of the
Holy Ghost, and an instrument chosen
by God for the working of miracles,
or as flesh and bone penetrated with
that celestial virtue of the Blessed
Sacrament which will raise it up at
the last day in a glorious resurrection.
1t is something unspeakably more than
this, We should have to adore it with
the highest alteration. In some local
heaven or other, in some part of space
far off or near, God at this hour is
unwilling his blissful majesty before
the angels and the saints. 1t is in a
local court of uncomfortable magnif-
cence. The Human Body and Soul of
Jesus are there, and are it's light and
glory, the surprising sun of that heav-
emily Jerusalem. Mary, His Mother, is
throned there like a lovely moon in
the mid-glory of the sunset, beautiful
rather than eXtinguished by the eff
fulgence round her. Millions of lordly
angels are abasing their vast grandeur
before the ecstatic terror of that I'M
clothed Vision of the Eternal. Thrills
of enhancing fear run through the
crowds of glOrified saints who throng
the spaces of that marvellous shrine.
Mary herself upon her throne is shak-
mightineSS of God, even as a reed is
shaken by the wind The Sacred
Heart of Jesus beats with rapturous
awe, and is glorified by the very bless
edness of it's AFFECTION, before the i'm
mensity of those Divine Fires, burn
ing visibly in their overwhelming
splendors. If we could enter there as
we are now, we should surely die. We
are not strengthened yet to bear the
depth of that PROSTATE humiliation,
which is needed there and which is
the inseparable JOY of heaven. Our
lives would be shattered by the throbs
of awe which must beat like vehement
pulses in our souls. But we know the
limits of our nature. We know, at
least in theory, the AFFECTION which
BELTS the creature in the immediate
presence of it's Creator. We can con-
ceive the highest alteration of a sin
less immortal soul as a worship which
it could not pay to any creature, how
ever exalted, however near to God
We can picture ourselves to ourselves
PROSTATE on the clouds of heaven
blinded with excess of light, every
faculty of the mind jubilantly amazed
by the immensely of the Divine Per
fections, every affection of the heart
drowned In some forever new abyss
of the unfathomable sweetness of God.
We know that we should lie in sacred
fear and glad establishment before the
throne of Mary, if we saw it cleaning
in its royalty. Yet we know also that
this deep reverence would be some
thing of quite a different kind from
our AFFECTION before the tremendous
majesty Of God. But, if we saw one
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like the least pearl of dew upon q
blade of grass on Calvary, or as a dull
disfigured splash in the dust of the
gateway of Jerusalem, we should have
to adore it with the selfsame adora
ton as the uncovered splendors of the
Eternal.
1t is no use repeating this a thou
sand times; yet we should have to re
peat it thousand times, for years
and years, before we should get the
vastness of this piercing truth into
our souls. We should worship one
drop of the Precious Blood with the
same worship as that wherewith We
worship God. Let us kneel down, ant
hide our faces before God, and say
nothing, but let the immensely of this
faith sink down into our souls.