COR IESU, ATTRÍTUM PROPTER SCÉLERA NOSTRA, MISERÉRE NOBIS.
Lord Jesus: I want human hearts to bear a sacrifice for Me, just as My Heart sacrificed itself for all mankind. I choose hearts into which I desire to pour My blessings. Blessings are not always felt as peace. Oh no. Blessings sometimes bring the sword, because the world hates peace and will demolish it by all means. The world desires destruction and it will have it. My Heart multiplies blessings in oppression. I plant My grapes in the darkness, so that they may bear a fruit that will shine in the darkness. I want to fill them with My gifts. My gifts are plentiful. My gifts are heavy from the burden of their effects. Accept. Accept My peace and accept My sword. Because I do not come to say: “Peace be with you”, but to say: “Here is your God”. Who receives Me will receive the peace and the sword; who rejects Me will receive a blow, a fatal wound, from which he will never again recover.
Daughter, open your heart to My contempt. Accept My blessing, which costs you a lot. Accept My sword, with which I rush you into the fight. The fight will be great. Do you know who will be victorious? If you know, why do you ask Me about the losses? Why are considering your losses, if you know that the fight will be won? Is it not worth it to you to endure all hardships for such a great goal? Your sacrifice is needed by Me. Each sacrifice is needed by Me. I will take it.
My heart became the fighting arena for hate wishing to crush it. My Heart, even crushed into dust, remained faithful and brave. My Heart has never been afraid, even though My human nature was thoroughly filled with fear. But not My heart. My Heart, which was the seat of love, could not be afraid. Do not let failures discourage you, and do not let a lack of understanding be an obstacle for you. Yield to the punishment of flogging by giving Me your heart. I accept your sacrifice, because it is a loving sacrifice. Your heart should be crushed into dust, so it may become similar to Mine. All pride and human arrogance will disappear form it. I will bring it out to the heights of love and mercy.
Daughter, do not give your heart to consolations. Give it to sufferings, and you will unite with Me. Let Me take up residence in you together with My cross. I need it. You also need it. There is no Salvation without the cross. Come in and look at My Heart, how great is its wound. Now compare to it your heart. Look, how small is your wound. Become similar to Me. Let My suffering comfort you. Search for strength in it and in nothing else. I will be yours and I will be making you similar to My perfection. I bless you daughter. Amen.
Translated from: Kontemplacja Najświętszego Serca Jezusa, na podstawie Orędzi na Czasy Ostateczne które własnie nadeszły, Grzechynia 2016, p. 92-94