Hello, I, Father Joe Roche of the Marian Fathers of the Immaculate Conception.

Thank you for joining us as we continue with our year-long journey,

reading the diary of St. Maria Faustina Kavalska from beginning to end.

Today we take up from where we left off, beginning with Diary Entry No. 484.

On a certain occasion, I understood how very displeased God is with an act, however commendable, that does not bear the stamp of a pure intention.

Such deeds incite God to punishment rather than to reward.

Make such deeds be as few as possible in our lives. These deeds incite God to punishment rather than to reward.

Make such deeds be as few as possible in our lives.

Indeed, in religious life, there should be none at all.

I accept joy or suffering, praise or humiliation with the same disposition. I remember that one and the other are passing.

What does it matter to me what people say about me? I have long ago given up everything

that concerns my person. My name is host or sacrifice, not in words, but in deeds, in the emptying of myself and in becoming

like you on the cross, O good Jesus, my master.

Jesus, when you come to me in Holy Communion, you who, together with the Father and the Holy Spirit, have deigned to dwell in the little heaven of my heart, I try to keep you company throughout the day. I do not leave you alone for even a moment. Although I am in the company of other people or with our wards, my heart is always united

to him. When I am asleep, I offer him every beat of my heart. When I awaken, I immerse myself

in him without saying a word. When I awaken, I adore the Holy Trinity for a short while,

and thank God for having deigned to give me yet another day, and that the mystery of the

incarnation of his son may once more be repeated in me, and that once again his sorrowful passion

may unfold before my eyes.

I then try to make it easier for Jesus to pass through me to other souls.

I go everywhere with Jesus. His presence accompanies me everywhere.

In the sufferings of soul or body, I try to keep silence, for then my spirit gains the strength that flows from the passion of Jesus.

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