Catholic Spiritual Living Journal

PLACE yourself in the presence of God, kneeling with your hands clasped.
Read slowly and devoutly

Apocalypse, chap. i, verses 11-18. I was," & down to " of death and of hell." *

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Apocalypse 1:10: I was in the spirit on the Lord's day and heard behind me a great voice, as of a trumpet,

Apocalypse 1:11 Saying: What thou seest, write in a book and send to the seven churches which are in Asia: to Ephesus and to Smyrna and to Pergamus and to Thyatira and to Sardis and to Philadelphia and to Laodicea.

Apocalypse 1:12 And I turned to see the voice that spoke with me. And being turned, I saw seven golden candlesticks:

Apocalypse 1:13 And in the midst of the seven golden candlesticks, one like to the Son of man, clothed with a garment down to the feet, and girt about the paps with a golden girdle.

Apocalypse 1:14 And his head and his hairs were white as white wool and as snow. And his eyes were as a flame of fire:

Apocalypse 1:15 And his feet like unto fine brass, as in a burning furnace. And his voice as the sound of many waters.

Apocalypse 1:16 And he had in his right hand seven stars. And from his mouth came out a sharp two-edged sword. And his face was as the sun shineth in his power.

Apocalypse 1:17 And when I had seen him, I fell at his feet as dead.

And he laid his right hand upon me, saying: Fear not. I am the First and the Last,

Apocalypse 1:18 And alive, and was dead. And behold I am living for ever and ever and have the keys of death and of hell.

Meditation :
Bring all you have read before you at once, as if you saw our Lord.

Then say to Him whatever comes into your mind to say; for instance:--

" His eyes were as a flame of fire," and " His countenance shone as the sun shining [at full] strength."

O my God, the day will come when I shall see that countenance and those eyes, when my soul returns to Him to be judged,

Those eyes are so piercing: they see through me; nothing is hid from them. You count every hair of my head; You know every breath I breathe; You see every morsel of food I take.

Those eyes are so pure. They are so clear that I can look into their depths, as into some transparent well of water, though I cannot see the bottom; for You art infinite.

Those eyes are so loving; So gentle, so sweet; they seem to say, " Come to Me."