Hi, I see what you are saying about “Divine Prisoner”, because Jesus does choose to be in the Blessed Sacrament, but I think it must be difficult for Him to be there when He is blasphemed, ignored, etc, so much… we console Him when we visit Him, or offer reparation. I know this might be a human way of understanding it but it’s based on what Jesus said to some Saints.
God bless!
ps :Jesus said this to Sr Josefa Menendez:
“Contemplate Me in the prison where I spent the greater part of the night. The soldiers came and, adding words to injuries, insulted Me, mocked Me, outraged Me, and gave Me blows on My face and on My whole body. Tired of their sport, at length they left Me bound and alone in the dark and noisome place, where, seated on a stone, My aching Body was cramped with cold. Compare the prison with the Tabernacle… and especially with the hearts that receive Me. In the prison I spent only part of the night… but in the Tabernacle, how many days and nights? In the prison I was insulted and ill-treated by soldiers who were My enemies. In the Tabernacle most often it is the who call Me their Father who treat Me thus, but how unlike that of children is the treatment! …In the prison I endured cold, sleeplessness, hunger and thirst, pain, shame, solitude, and desertion. And there passed before My mind’s eye all the tabernacles where in the course of ages I should lack the shelter of love… the icy-cold hearts that would be as hard and unfeeling as the stones on the prison floor were to My numbed and wounded Body. And how often should I wait for this or that other soul to visit Me in the Blessed Sacrament and receive Me into his heart… how many nights should I spend longing for his coming… but he would let business or carelessness or anxiety for his health get the better of him… and he would not come! How often should I hunger for souls… for their fidelity… for their generosity… would they satisfy that eager hunger by a little victory over self or by a slight mortification? …Would they comfort Me in My sorrow by their tenderness and compassion? …In some hard moment would they endure the pain…neglect…scorn…opposition…grief of soul or family…would they come to Me and say: ‘This I offter Thee to console Thy sadness, to keep Thee company in Thy solitude’. O! if they would thus unite themselves to Me, with what peace would they face difficulties…how much fortitude they would win and how they would gladden My heart! In the prison what shame I felt at the obscene words of those around Me… and My distress was increased by the thought that like words would one day fall from lips I love. When blows and buffets were rained upon Me by the filthy hands of the soldiery it recalled to My mind how often those who would receive Me into their hearts fouled by unrepented sin would shower reiterated blows on Me by habitual and willed sin. And in the prison when they pushed Me and let Me fall to the ground bound and helpless, so many were present to My mind who would prefer a moment’s satisfaction to Me, would load Me with chains by their ingratitude, would pushe Me back and again cause Me to fall, by leaving Me alone”.
