Another second-hand religious text.
With The Divine Retreat Master, by J Schrijvers, translated by a Kansas bishop named E.V. O’Hara and first published in 1939. It’s essentially a week-and-a-half-long pep talk to ambivalent priests, written in the first person, from the perspective of Jesus. Himself.
The table of contents makes it sound like a very stressful and emotional ten days.



“My son, come into my presence…Do not tremble before my Divine Majesty. I am your Jesus, your Redeemer. Do not hide, as Adam did in the earthly paradise, because of your spiritual nakedness. I am come not to discourage you with reproaches, but to draw you into intimacy with me and to clothe you with my grace.
Do not refuse my invitation.”
“It is not you who have chosen me. It is I who have chosen you and have made you a priest…I have preferred you among a thousand in spite of your low estate, your sins and your ingratitude.”
“I am come to cast fire on the earth and you are the flaming torch which will carry it to souls…Oh, do not be cast down, my son, at the prospect of so great responsibility! Do not be discouraged at the sight of your weakness. I know that I have poured my grace into a fragile vessel. I know that you are dust, that your nature inclines you to evil from your youth…”
“Keep your heart contrite and humble in my presence. Do not attribute to yourself any talent, any success, any good work, any gift of God…Of yourself you have nothingness and sin and hell as your portion. All else is mine, the effect of my goodness and my mercy.”
“What saddens me is the sight of a priestly soul habitually and voluntarily negligent…without fearing that his shameful sleep is the forerunner of spiritual death. This priest is neither cold by mortal sin, nor hot with an ardent love; he is lukewarm and he provokes my disgust and I must restrain myself not to vomit him out of my mouth.”
“Your life has been unproductive and evil. You have uselessly occupied space like a withered tree.”
“What happy hours we shall spend together if you will but do my will; what secrets I shall whisper to you!…You should not enter into contact with others except to bring them my favours…Do not seek consolation from mortals. Happiness you possess in me, for I am your Friend. Seek often to be by yourself…There I will show you the deficiencies in your priestly life…There I will open to you the ineffable secrets of my Sacred Heart…”
“The good which you do is not in proportion to your outward success. The ways of my grace are hidden from human wisdom.”
“Let your voice be heard unceasingly as the sound of a trumpet. Do not weary of pointing out to my people their faithlessness and their crimes.”
“I love my priests. I heap on their heads burning coals that they may not be able to refuse me their love."
“…an ocean of bodily suffering inundated my being. My flesh was torn by the iron scourges, my head tortured by the thorns, my hands and feet pierced with nails, my shoulders mangled by the heavy Cross, my knees bleeding from repeated falls, my bones disjointed, my muscles loosened, my tongue parched by a cruel thirst. The executioners tortured me and the Justice of my Father did not restrain their blows.My body was like a mysterious harp marvellously delicate and sensitively attuned to pain. And because I was bruised for the sins of man, every fibre responded with a groan, and these vibrations, veritable waves of pain, course and recoursed through all my being, sending their tides even to the shores of infinity…”