No moment spent in my presence is without value. Every moment given me is precious in my sight and becomes fruitful for the whole Church. It is not a question of quantity, of spending long hours in my Presence when the duties of one’s state in life require something else. What I ask instead is the moment of pure adoration and of love offered to me from a simple, childlike heart. Just as a mother takes as much delight in a single wildflower offered by her child as in a great bouquet of flowers, so too do I take delight in the moment offered me out of love. Begin, then, by offering me what you can. You will see that I will move you to add moment to moment, until you are giving me all the time of adoration and of love that I desire from you. Too many souls are discouraged when they attempt to pray. They think, wrongly, that unless they can undertake much, they should undertake nothing. And so they abandon prayer and leave me alone, leave me waiting for their little moment of presence, a consolation to my heart.
A Benedictine Monk, in
Sine Jesu: When Heart Speaks to Heart – The Journal of a Priest at Prayer