In prayer we come to Him with everything that touches our life,
with the sufferings and hopes of humanity.
As apostolic contemplatives, Religious of the Sacred Heart root our lives in prayer. With a mission to discover and reveal the love of God, our spirituality and our mission are based in love. Our contemplative outlook is part of who we are, whether in prayer, in ministry or in our daily lives.
"The contemplative outlook on the world has been a call to be authentic apostles of Christ's love, to help bring to birth a more welcoming world, to make known a God who is great, bountiful and tender. It is a call to educate in such a way that God's plan, God's glory, may become a reality, so that all may grow as brothers and sisters in the inward freedom of the children of God, and have fullness of life." (Superior General Concepcion Camacho, RSCJ)
The pierced Heart of Jesus opens our being to the depths of God and to the anguish of humankind.
On these pages, we will share prayers, poems, reflections and artwork that reflect the spirituality of the Society of the Sacred Heart. We hope you will return here periodically for resources appropriate to the liturgical season and our Sacred Heart traditions.
On November 18, we celebrate the Feast Day of St. Rose Philippine Duchesne. We remember her deep connection to the Potawatomi Indians, whom she lived with in 1841 when she was 72 years old. She spent much of her time in prayer, gaining the name “Woman Who Prays Always.” After just one year, she was called back to St. Charles because of her health. Although she was in Sugar Creek, Kansas, just a short time, she made a lasting impression on the Potawatomi.
Prayer of the Potawatomi
(on hearing of the death of Philippine)
I sat quietly on the front gallery of Grand Coteau this past August 12, during a Louisiana rain. There is nothing like a Louisiana storm. The storm wrapped me in prayer, and I let the sound of the rain play in me, widening the crevices of my heart.
It was only the next morning when I saw the headlines of the paper that I realized that I had been listening to the rains of what is now called the Great Flood of 2016. A flood that killed 13 people, destroyed more than 100,000 homes, and displaced more than 10,000 people.
“The thoughts of His heart are to all generations to rescue them from death, and to keep them alive in famine.” This is the Introit for the Mass of the Feast of the Sacred Heart, and I’ve always loved it as the opening salvo to the Feast and First Fridays. It speaks of the Heart of God being with us, holding us in ever-present consciousness, young and old, all of us, all generations, past and present. And that holding is about “rescuing us from death” and “keeping us alive in famine.” God’s heart knows where we are even when we don’t want to admit it.
A Life in Living Color
The use of color in this computer generated image suggests the spirit of kenosis: Christ empties Himself, from above and below, into the Sacred Heart. Paradoxically, the very creation of the void generates vibrant color. Tears are the engine of change, as the divine and human crash together at the center point, the Heart of the Universe.
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How can we possibly love that much?
God gifts us with the wide expanse of love made incarnate in Jesus, especially depicted in this sacred image. Jesus’ outstretched arms seem to say to us: “Here is all you need to know, fingertip to fingertip. All of creation receives the embrace of my love. I do not ration my gift of the Spirit. My Spirit I give to you.”
As a Catholic, I was often puzzled by the continued return to heart imagery among our saints and in our art. The "Sacred Heart" of Jesus and the "Immaculate Heart of Mary," where both are pointing to their blazing heart, are images known to Catholics worldwide. I often wonder what people actually do with these images. Are they mere sentiment? Are they objects of worship or objects of transformation? Such images keep recurring because they must have something important, good, and perhaps even necessary to teach the soul. What might that be?