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.
Good and gracious God,
This is the day that you have made! Let us rejoice and be glad in it!
This day is the culmination of years of work: hours and hours of reading and writing, calculating and investigating, sharing and caring. Years filled with challenges and triumphs, losses and laughter, friendships and growth and prayer.
And now, these years are coming to a beautiful, joyful end.
Dear God of every good gift, bless these graduates, every one, and fill them with the Spirit of your love.
My experience has taught me that God takes great delight in showing us ways to receive his love, ways to live in it and ways to give it away. There seem to be no end to these pathways God puts in front of us to lead us to his heart.
When I was an adolescent at (the Academy of the Sacred Heart) Lake Forest, I began to discover this love. I so looked forward to First Fridays. They were days set apart from ordinary days by what we wore, what we did and what we ate. What I looked forward to with great eagerness was Mass and the proclamation of Ephesians 3:
This image certainly disquiets me. Nearly disturbs. But I keep sliding my eyes back to look ... and then slowly I see it. This image is alive with the suffering of the world.
Also, the colors, tilt of the head, and glow, they remind me of a line from Muriel Barbery's book, The Elegance of the Hedgehog. I now know what you have to experience before you die: let me tell you. What you have to experience before you die is a driving rain transformed into light.
She entered the room
carrying an alabaster jar.
It was evening –
they sat around in conversation.
She approached Jesus quietly
and breaking open the jar she poured
the precious fluid over his head
and filled the air with sweetness.
"Why this waste?”
"Who is this woman?"
"Why doesn't he stop her?"
Questions crowded the room
sucking up all the air
... hard to breathe.
“Leave her alone!
She has anointed me for my burial."
It wasn't about green beer and parades
It was about freedom and food and a dream
It's what you do when all that you care about has to fit into a trunk
And you pretend that you'll get back someday
That you will see the hills of green and the lyric of Gaelic rhyme
But you know that you won't
And so you face your fears and let the tears flow until there aren't anymore
While you watch the homeland slip away and feel the rocking of the ship
And it's not a cruise ship...it's cold and you wonder what you were thinking
Since I met the Society of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, I have found in our logo the meaning of our spirituality: an open heart, the consequence of a “crazy” way of loving so much and so freely, each person in the world. This is Jesus´ Heart and those of us who have heard his invitation to follow him, want to learn how to love this way.
I built my house by the sea.
Not on the sands, mind you,
not on the shifting sand.
And I built it of rock.
A strong house
by a strong sea.
And we got well acquainted, the sea and I.
Not that we spoke much.
We met in silences,
respectful, keeping our distance
but looking our thoughts across the fence of sand.
Always the fence of sand our barrier,
always the sand between.