On this feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus I offer you this photo of a picture in our house. It's a print framed behind glass and dedicated to the memory of Edward J. Balfe of Hartford, Conn(Connecticut?).
The Heart of our Lord is not actually shining like that in the pciture but is painted a pale pink. The flash just happened to catch the image there and it seemed so apt that I used this shot. It's a powerful image and better than most of the Sacred Heart images one sees around. Most of them are insipid or effeminate. This, like the best Greek icons of the Pantocrator, speaks not just of love and mercy but of power and conscious intent. He is not going to give up on His plan for our salvation. He will not turn back or be cheated of His beloved. This is the face of God Incarnate not by accident but for the salvation of Man.
It reminds me of the story my mother tells of her father Barney Clarke who would pray to no one but the Sacred Heart. "If I want anything," he would say, "I ask the man Himself." He died on a Friday while a votive Mass to the Sacred Heart was being offered for him. A sign, I take it, that our Lord answered him.