INTO THE HOLIES BY THE BLOOD OF CHRIST
What consolation in all this for nervous persons and neurasthenia or psychasthenia is fast becoming the terrible scourge of our age who feel like the outcasts of men and often consider themselves abandoned even by God. Their past sins and even their smaller faults weigh heavily upon them. They imagine that God has forsaken them on account of their mistakes in life and the offenses against Him, and that they will receive neither forgiveness nor happiness either in this life or in the next. Such spiritual despondency in responsible persons is a sin against hope and an insult to our Lord s Precious Blood, the Price of our Redemption. Our hope in the Lord must be based, not upon our past record, whether good or bad, but simply on the goodness and mercy of God. We must confidently expect forgiveness, grace and happiness, because with the Lord there is merciful forgiveness, and with Him there is plentiful redemption. Look up to the Cross, despondent soul, who share in the bitter abandonment of your dying Saviour, and listen to the words of the Beloved Disciple, He has loved us and washed us in His blood. He loves us now as much as He did then. Oh sweetest Blood, that can implore Pardon of God, and heaven restore, The Heaven which sin has lost. While Abels blood for vengeance pleads What Jesus shed still intercedes For those who wrong Him most. Behold how he loved him, the Jews said when they beheld Jesus weeping at the grave of Lazarus. If the tears of Jesus were a sign of His love, how much more the Blood flowing from His five wounds on the Cross. Keep on imploring Jesus for mercy through His Precious Blood, and this Divine Blood will infuse new life and hope into your life-blood, and, like St. Stephen, even in your bitter anguish, you will see the heavens open to your eyes of faith, and by and by you will again realize that in the end all good things are still before you, that there is a life awaiting you with endless happiness. For neurasthenics at a certain stage of their despondency the future has naught in store but gloom and despair.
And I wept much, writes St. John of what he saw as a pilgrim in Heaven, because no man was found worthy to open the book, nor to see it. To this book, by which is meant the history of the fall and redemption of mankind, or the triumph of Christianity over Paganism and Judaism, which St. John saw in the hand of God the Father, may be likened the future of our own life, which is a sealed book to us, and a most perplexing riddle full of anxieties and fearful uncertainties, especially for nerve racked persons. And one of the ancients said to me continues St. John, weep not; behold the lion of the tribe of Judah hath prevailed to open the book, and loose the seven seals thereof.