An electronic reproduction of the Guide for Victim Souls of the Sacred Heart of Jesus compiled from various sources by the Very Rev. Joseph Kreuter, OSB.

Nihil Obstat: Arthur J. Scanlan, S.T.D., Censor Librorum. Imprimatur + Stephen J. Donahue, S.T.D., Administrator of New York; 1939.

According to the United States Copyright Office the copyright has expired on this book.

In your charity, please pray that the Sacred Heart draws many souls here to read, contemplate and be enkindled.

Soli+Deo!

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From the Biography of Mo. Marie Deluil-Martiny: Immolation
by Abbe L. Laplace.
Nihil Obstat. Authur J. Scanlan, S.T.D.
Imprimatur +Patrick Cardinal Hays
New York, July 14, 1926.

Part III: Motives for Becoming Victim Souls - A glance at Our Lord


Motives for Becoming Victim Souls

The motives for joining the Association of Victim Souls will appear evident to all, if we but cast a glance, first, upon Our Savior; secondly, upon our fellow-men; thirdly, upon ourselves.

A Glance at Our Savior

On the part of Our Savior it is, above all, His boundless love for us men, which should urge us to consecrate ourselves to His Sacred Heart as Victim Souls, in order thereby to make a substantial return for His infinite love by unreserved surrender of ourselves.

The Apostle St. Paul would have us strive to comprehend what is the length and the breadth, what the depth and the height of the love of Jesus Christ, which surpasseth all knowledge (Eph. iii, 18).

1. What is the length of the love of the Heart of Jesus? It is infinite, stretching even to eternity. To each one of us Our Savior can say: “I have loved thee with an everlasting love.” True, our parents have loved us: our good mother loved us as no one else on earth. And still not even she has loved us as the heart of Jesus has. A hundred years ago none of us were upon this earth, hence no one could love us, not even our good mother. And yet, one heart did love us, even then---the Heart of our loving Savior.

From the moment when this Sacred Heart was formed by the Holy Spirit in the chaste womb of the Virgin Nary, It began to beat for us, and since then It has never ceased Its pulsations of love for us. Its last beat on the Cross was for love of us. When on Easter morn It began to beat afresh, It beat anew for love of us.

In the Blessed Sacrament this Heart beats continuously for love of us; at this very mo­ment Its pulsations are going on mysteriously. We cannot, indeed, see It with eyes of flesh, and should we hold our ear close to the Sacred Host, we could hear nothing: yet faith teaches us that the Sacred Heart is there, sending forth flames of love to set our own cold hearts on fire. Let us not oppose these sacred flames, but allow them to penetrate the inmost recesses of our heart, that we may love the Sacred Heart of Jesus ever more and more.

Even if, in the course of our life, many a human heart should turn away from us, one Heart, Jesus' loving Heart, will never forsake us. His love will remain faithful unto death, faithful unto eternity. And even in heaven above this Heart will beat for love of us in the transfigured breast of Our Savior. When thousands of millions of years shall have passed, It will still love us. This is the length of His love; it is infinite; it will last forever.

What is the breadth of the love of Christ? It, too, is infinite, without bounds. It embraces all men, of all ages, of all countries, of all generations; it extends to friends and enemies, to the just and to sinful. To all men Our Savior addresses the words: “Come to Me, all you that labor and are heavily burdened, and I will re­fresh you.” No one is excluded from His love; all receive comfort and relief in their deepest woe. None have recourse to Him in the hour of trouble without experiencing the truth of the words. “I will refresh you.”

The love of the Sacred Heart extends to each one of us. Each of us can say with the Apostle: “He has loved me, and delivered Him­self for me.” Truly the love of Christ knows no bounds; it is infinitely broad, without limit.

And the depth of His love! There is no abyss of human misery to which tire love of Christ will not descend. Think of the parables of the Good Samaritan, the Good Shepherd, and the Prodigal Son! Have we never per­sonally experienced the depth of His love? Have we never been like the poor man that fell among robbers and was covered with wounds? Did not the Good Samaritan, seeing us in our misery, come down from heaven to earth, bend lovingly over us and open His loving Heart to cleanse and to heal the wounds of our soul with His own Heart’s Blood?

Have we never been like the stray sheep, which would no longer listen to the voice of the Good Shepherd? But the Good Shepherd did not forget us. He would not rest until He again found us. Have we never been like the Prodigal Son who had wandered far from his kind father? But our loving Savior did not forget us. And when we again returned to Him, He opened wide His arms to receive us. Truly, such is the depth, the unfathomable depth, of the merciful love of the Sacred Heart.

4. And what is the height of the love of Christ? In the bitterest of deaths He poured out His lifeblood, the Precious Blood of His Sacred Heart. Behold His agony in the Gar­den: how intense must have been the struggle of the Sacred Heart, when drops of blood oozed forth from the pores of His precious body! And yet this was only the beginning of His sufferings. How they must have been multiplied and intensified in the shameful, pub­lic scourging and the crowning with thorns.

But what shall we say of the utter abandon­ment of that Sacred Heart on the Cross? Dur­ing His public life, the Evangelist tells us, “He went about doing good.” But where are now the hundreds of poor and sick and dis­tressed, who had experienced His aid? All have abandoned Him. For three years He had consorted lovingly and condescendingly with His apostles and disciples; and on the eve of His bitter Passion, He had given them the greatest proof of His love: the Holy Eucharist. But where are His followers now? All have taken to flight; only One remains; and He is abandoned even by His heavenly Father! O how heart-rending is that cry of His Sacred Heart steeped in desolation: “My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?" It was the bitter death-struggle which broke this loving Heart; and even after death it was pierced with a lance, that the very last drop of its blood might be shed in expiation of the sins of the world, Be­hold the supreme height of love!

Such, then, is the love of the Sacred Heart infinite in its duration, infinite in its breadth, infinite in the depth of its abasement, infinite in the sublimity of its sacrifices.

Must we not love such a Heart? Does it not deserve our entire love? Shall we not ex­claim with St. Margaret -Mary: “If I knew that even a single fiber of my heart did not love Jesus, I should immediately tear it out”? How willing, then, we should be to sacrifice our­selves, to become Victim Souls, thus to return love for love, boundless love, for the infinite love of Our Savior!

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