I should like to bare my chest for a moment to show you the wound which our tender Jesus has lovingly opened in this heart of mine. My heart has found at last a Lover so attached to me that I am incapable of hurting him anymore . . . My heart keeps within itself an infinite number of his mercies. It knows that it doesn’t have anything of value with which to glorify itself before him. He has loved me and preferred me to many others . . . He is so much in love with my heart that he makes me burn with his divine fire, with the fire of his love. What is this fire that pervades my whole being? Dear Father, if Jesus makes us so happy on earth, what will heaven be like?
– St. Pio of Pietrelcina