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THE HISTORY OF THE PRECIOUS BLOOD
PART 8
There are still three lives of the Precious Blood remaining
to be treated of; but we may in reality consider them as one. There is
the actual life in Heaven, which is contemporaneous with that life in
the Church from the Ascension to the Doom, which we have just been
contemplating. There is the life of the Precious Blood in the Blessed
Sacrament, the heavenly life miraculously dowered with an earthly
locality and with innumerous localities at once. There is, lastly, the
eternal life of the Precious Blood in Heaven after the Doom for all
eternity, when Jesus has laid down his kingdom and changed the offices
of His priesthood. These are certainly in many deep senses, and with
regard to many curious yet edifying questions, different lives. Yet,
for our present practical purpose, they may be regarded as one. The
life of the glorified Blood is a life of beatitude. It is glad in
itself, and ministers gladness to others, even to the boundless
uncreated jubilee of God. The Precious Blood is the Human Life of the
Word. Beatitude is the natural life of God; and so joy is the natural
life of the Precious Blood. In truth, is not joy the nearest definition
of life that we can have: for is it not God's first intention in the
gift of life?
In heaven and in the Blessed Sacrament the Precious Blood dwells,
incomparably glorified, in the veins of Jesus. Its beauty there is
wonderful to see, wonderful to think of. The sight of it in our Lord's
translucent Body is an immense gladness to the Blessed. Earth has no
beauty to which we can compare it; yet earth is not therefore poorer
than Heaven; for it has this very beauty in the adorable Sacrament. But
it is not only a joy to others. Its own life is an unbroken jubilee. As
it goes and returns to and from the Sacred Heart it is filled with
pulses of the most abounding gladness. It thrills with the exquisite
delight of created life carried to its utmost ecstatic possibility.
But, over and above this, there is the indefinable, unimaginable
ecstasy of the Hypostatic
Union, which is felt in every particle of that Precious Blood. It
throbs with such pacific tumult of immortal love, as no created life
could bear without some miraculous union with the Godhead. It
thrills with sacred fear, with transports of intensest adoration,
before the uncreated majesty of God. It is penetrated through and
through with the excesses of this holy fear. That, which itself is
worshipped
by the hierarchies of Heaven, trembles with a very jubilee of worship before the Throne of the Eternal.
Possessed with such extremity of rapturous fear, how could the Precious
Blood so tremble, and so exult, and yet live on, if it were not that it
rested for its dear support upon the uncreated Person of the Word? It
seems to stop the beating of one's heart to think of this unutterable
repose of that created nature, that Sacred Humanity, that person less
life, on the Person of the Eternal Word! The strange beauty of such a
God-invented union, the delight of the Divine Person in the touch of a
created nature which yet is no touch at all, for the Divine Person can
suffer none, the ecstasies of the Sacred Humanity as the unction of the
Word with soft sweet fire penetrates its secret sanctuaries of life,
the comprehension of that humble, affectionate, pathetic, material
nature within the enfoldings of the Incomprehensible, which embrace it
with such forbearing gentleness of omnipotence, and yet with such a
riveted closeness of invincible union - to what heart, sweetly smitten
with love of Jesus, are not these things the unfading joys of prayer,
the unfailing wells of tears? What a life is the life of that Precious
Blood! Yet amid the untold magnificence of the Divine Union it feels
its kindred to Mary, as a special joy of its abounding life. Its
original fountains are still flowing in their sinless purity, beautified
now with the gifts of glory, in the Mother's Immaculate Heart; and the
fountain in the Sacred Heart beats in mysterious sympathy with the
source from which it came itself. Singular in all its wonderful
prerogatives, it yet intertwines the life of Mary with its own. Look
at the Precious Blood for a moment as it lies within the Sacred Heart
with a living peace, like the restless tranquility of ocean. It is
itself the ocean of joy from which all other joys in creation come. It
is through it that the immensity of God's gladness pours itself into
all the universe, and at the same time lets itself also be mysteriously
gladdened by the Precious Blood. All the joys, and they are numberless,
which are still left in the fallen world, whether they be natural or
supernatural, are in substance Indulgences, Indulgences which are
granted because of the Precious Blood. Sinners upon earth still have
joys: they come from the Precious Blood. Saints on earth are the
gladdest of God's creatures. Their lives are all flight and song, like
the hot-blooded lives of the birds of the air. All this. gladness is
from the Precious Blood. The Saints in Heaven are spirits overflowed
with joy, spirits whose quietness is transport and whose soberness is
ecstasy.
It is the Precious Blood which flows over them forever. The wide,
outspread vastness of angelic jubilee, the thing likest to immensity of
all created things, created to mirror the immensity of God, is all an
emanation from the Precious Blood. Nay, it is a changeful, changeless
sea, with tides; for there are daily, hourly increases of new joys in
the Angels from the conversions of sinners; and these conversions are
precisely the operations of the Precious Blood. Yet that ocean of
angelic jubilee washes but the base of Mary's throne. Her joy is like
the fringe of the blessedness of God. It is all the multitudinous joys
of creatures made one joy by her Divine Maternity, and multiplied, as
well as intensified, by being one. Yet the bliss of Mary is all from
the Precious Blood, the nearest gladness to the gladness of the Sacred
Humanity, the first heart filled from the Sacred Heart. But who shall
tell the nameless, immeasurable joys with which the Precious Blood
fills the Sacred Heart itself? It cannot contain its own jubilee. It
multiplies itself in order to relieve its exultation. It has inundated
Heaven; but the vast shores of the empyrean confine it and restrain its
floods. By the help of its omnipotence, behold! it escapes as if by
miracle, sparkles in countless daily chalices upon earth, and within
the cup of each chalice it peacefully outstretches itself, unhindered
in its infinity, with its grandeur enfranchised, and its love set free
from all material laws. But the jubilee of the Precious Blood lies
onward still and onward, whither we cannot explore it. We listen to
hear its breakers sounding on the misty shore. But there comes no
sound. The shores are too far off; or are there shores at all? The Word
delights eternally in His Human Blood. Its golden glow beautifies the
fires of the Holy Ghost. Its ministries beget inexplicable joys in the
Unbegotten Father. I was upon the seashore; and my heart filled with
love it knew not why. Its happiness went out over the wide waters and
upon the unfettered wind, and swelled up into the free dome of blue sky
until it filled it. The dawn lighted up the faces of the ivory cliffs,
which the sun and sea had been blanching for centuries of God's
unchanging love. The miles of noiseless sands seemed vast as if they
were the floor of eternity. Somehow the daybreak was like eternity. The
idea came over me of that feeling of acceptance, which so entrances the
soul just judged and just admitted into Heaven. To be saved! I said to
myself, To be saved!
Then the thoughts of all the things implied in salvation came in
one thought upon me; and I said, This is the one grand joy of life; and
I clapped my hands like a child, and spoke to God aloud. But then there
came many thoughts all in one thought, about the nature and manner of
our salvation. To be saved with such a salvation! This was a grander
joy, the second grand joy of life: and I tried to say some lines of a
hymn; but the words were choked in my throat. The ebb was sucking the
sea down over the sand quite silently; and the cliffs were whiter, and
more day like. Then there came many more thoughts all in one thought;
and I stood still without intending it. To be saved by such a Saviour!
This was the grandest joy of all, the third grand joy of life; and it
swallowed up the other joys; and after it there could be on earth no
higher joy. I said nothing; but I looked at the sinking sea as it
reddened in the morning. Its great heart was throbbing in the calm; and
methought I saw the Precious Blood of Jesus in Heaven, throbbing that
hour with real human love of me.
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