Adoration
in the Forest - Fra Filippo Lippi
MONTH
OF DECEMBER DEDICATED TO THE
DIVINE INFANCY OF OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST
MEDITATION I
By St. Alphonsus Liguori“And was incarnate of the Holy Ghost, and was made man.”
Consider how that God, having created the first man, in order that he
might serve Him and love Him in this life, and be conducted afterwards to reign
with Him for ever in Paradise, enriched him for this end with knowledge and
grace. But ungrateful man rebelled against God, refusing Him the obedience
which he owed Him in justice and gratitude; and thus, miserable sinner, was he
left with all his posterity as a rebel, deprived of Divine grace, and for ever
excluded from Paradise. Behold, then, after this ruin, caused by sin, all men
lost! All were living in blindness, or in the darkness of the shadow of death.
The devil had dominion over them, and hell destroyed innumerable victims amongst
them. But God, seeing men reduced to this miserable state, was moved with pity,
and resolved to save them. And how? He did not send an angel, a seraph; but to
show to the world the immense love that He bore to these ungrateful worms, “He
sent His own Son in the likeness of sinful flesh” (Rom. viii. 3). He sent His
own Son to become man, and to clothe Himself with the same flesh as sinful men,
in order that, by His sufferings and death, He might satisfy the Divine justice
for their crimes, and thus deliver them from eternal death; and reconciling
them with His Divine Father, might obtain for them Divine grace, and might
render them worthy to enter into life eternal. Here consider, on the one hand,
the immense ruin that sin brings upon souls, as it deprives them of the
friendship of God and of Paradise, and condemns them to an eternity of pain.
And, on the other hand, consider the infinite love which God showed in this
great work of the incarnation of the Word, causing His only-begotten Son to
sacrifice His Divine life by the hands of executioners on a cross, in a sea of
sorrows and of infamy, to obtain for us pardon and life eternal. Oh, in contemplating
this great mystery and this excess of Divine love, how can we do otherwise than
exclaim: Oh, infinite goodness! Oh, infinite mercy! Oh, infinite love! for a
God to become man, and to die for me!
John the Baptist (right) with child Jesus by Bartolomé
Esteban Perez Murillo
AFFECTIONS
AND PRAYERS
But how is it, my Jesus, that after Thou hast repaired
this ruin of sin by Thy own death, I have so often wilfully renewed it again by
the many offences I have committed against Thee? Thou hast saved me at so great
a cost, and I have so often chosen to damn myself, in losing Thee, O infinite
Good! But what Thou hast said gives me confidence, that when the sinner who has
turned his back upon Thee is converted to Thee, Thou wilt not refuse to embrace
him: “Turn ye to Me, and I will turn to you.” Thou
hast also said: “If any man shall . . . open to Me the
door, I will come in to him.” Behold, Lord, I am one of these rebels, an
ungrateful traitor, who have often turned my back upon Thee, and driven Thee
from my soul; but now I repent with all my heart for having thus ill-used Thee
and despised Thy grace; I repent of it, and love Thee above every thing.
Behold, the door of my heart is already open; enter Thou in, but enter never to
leave it again. I know well that Thou wilt never leave me, if I do not again
drive Thee away; but this is my fear, and this is the grace which I ask of
Thee, and which I hope always to ask; let me die rather than be guilty of this
fresh and still greater ingratitude. My dearest Redeemer, I do not deserve to
love Thee, after all the offenses I have committed against Thee; but for Thy own merits' sake I ask of Thee the gift of Thy holy love, and therefore I
beseech Thee make me know the great good Thou art, the love Thou hast borne me,
and how much Thou hast done to oblige me to love Thee. Ah, my God and Saviour,
let me no longer live ungrateful to Thy great goodness. My Jesus, I will never
leave Thee again; I have already offended Thee enough. It is only right that I
should employ the remaining years of my life in loving Thee and pleasing Thee.
My Jesus, my Jesus, help me; help a sinner that wishes to love Thee. O Mary, my
Mother, thou hast all power with Jesus, seeing thou art His Mother; beg of Him
to forgive me; beg of Him to enchain me with His holy love. Thou art my hope;
in thee do I confide.
(Zach. i. 3). (Apoc. iii. 20).
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