I say nothing of the other child: you must understand that his father cannot love him as much or treat him with the same indulgence.
VIII LETTER TO HER MISSIONARY "BROTHERS"
Truly the Heart of Jesus is more
grieved by the thousand little imperfections
of His friends than by even grave
faults of His enemies. But it seems
to me that it is only when His own
chosen ones make a habit of these infidelities,
and do not ask His pardon,
that He can say: "These wounds which
you see in the midst of My Hands: with
these was I wounded in the house of them
that loved Me."[1]
For those who love Him and who come after each little fault and throw themselves into His arms, begging His forgiveness, the Heart of Jesus thrills with joy. He says to His Angels what the father of the prodigal son said to His servants: "Put a ring on his finger and let us rejoice."[2] Oh! the goodness
