God spoke to my heart while I was praying before Christ in the Blessed Sacrament.  He said,

“Greg, stop!  Look at me.  Look at me in the Holy Eucharist.  I am here.  I am here in the form of bread.

I am here in reality.  I am here sacramentally.  I am here.  I fulfill my promise to be with you all the days of your earthly life by coming to you in the Eucharist.  Of all the other ways I speak to my people, this is the center, this is my heart, this is where my soul connects with your soul.  This is where I nourish you most.

I feed your intellect, your body, and your soul here in the Eucharist.

Today and tomorrow people around the world will pay tribute to my birthday thousands of years ago.  Every day, I make my very presence available to them in the Eucharist, and so few come to adore me.  Am I only a memory to my people?  People treat me like they treated my mom, Joseph and I in Bethlehem.  There was no room in the inn for us.  I was happy to be born in a manger, but I was sad for the ones who could not, would not find room for us in their homes and in their hearts.

The world treats me the same today.  There is no room in their hearts for me. They push me out of      the schools like the kids, my children, who were suspended for “Tebowing”.  (There is a quarterback for the  Denver Broncos named Tebow, who goes down to one knee to pray.)  They push me out of government by removing my Ten Commandments from the courtrooms.  They push me off the street corners and replace me with empty words, “Happy Holidays”.  I am so ignored by retailers, they don’t even   use my name or image    to draw customers into their stores anymore.

And, I am most heartbroken by all the people who divorce sexuality from the very gift of life I want

to give them.  Whenever someone participates in an abortion they are saying, “There is no room in my life      for the gift of life God wants to give me.”  Whenever they use contraception they are saying, “I am not open    to Christ’s abundant love for me”.  Whenever they sleep with someone they are not married to they are saying, “I don’t care what Jesus says, I’m going to live my way.”  Whatever happened to the prayer, “Not my will,    but Thy will be done?” The world has made it a joke.

Yet, there is hope (referring to a little brother of one of our First Confession children a couple weeks ago).  Remember the little boy who responded to your question, “Where do you come from?”  He said, rightly  in his three-year old conviction, “Jesus threw me down from heaven into my mommy’s belly.”  Even now,  there are signs of understanding from the smallest and simplest of my people.

I am the source of life, every life.   I am the source of all creation, with my Father in heaven and my Holy Spirit.  The world will not succeed in shutting us out.  There may not be room in the inn, room in the hearts of many, but there will always be those who come and worship me.

So, don’t lose heart.  Just like at my birth, I will find a place in this world to be born again.  Like the shepherds, people will come in search of me.  Dignitaries will come and bow down to me.  And the angels    will sing with all the heavenly hosts, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to people of good will.”

Greg, invite my people to reform their lives.

Invite them to remember my birth and my cross.

Invite them to adore me in the Blessed Sacrament, the Eucharist.

Tell them I love them from the depths of My Sacred Heart.