Mixed Review
There is much to appreciate about this book. The opening pages are gorgeous. There are some lovely short prayers in the back of the book. The priest clearly cares very deeply about Our Lord and how much He is abandoned by the great majority of His people. He did a fine job of convicting me in a way that I had been blind to.
However, this book had its problems as well. The editing can be pretty awful. One piece of incorrectly written Latin worked out to “Crucify I am!” Lots of missing “the”s as well.
But even putting aside the superficial, the book was problematic. I don’t tend to read modern spiritual authors because even if they themselves aren’t modernists the heresy is so all pervasive that unless someone fights with all their might (or has a singular grace), they almost can’t help but have modernist residue. This book reminds me of that phenomenon—just in Jansenist residue. I am not saying it is heretical, merely that there is a rigorist bent to it that I doubt the author realized.
Father Croiset stated over and over again that no one cared about Our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament and at least implied that no one ever would. Begs the question, then why he wrote the book. It’s one thing to speak of the remnant faithful as a lamentably small group. But sometimes he acted as if there was no one left at all—or at least not worth mentioning due to defilement.
But if we grant this to him, and we’re all thoroughly beyond-the-pale wretched, his solutions seem to lack a certain pedagogy. For example, we are supposed to visit the Eucharist five times on the day of the Feast of the Sacred Heart. If the diagnosis is that we are all spiritually dead, then this seems like a leap from zero to marathon that is destined to fail as spectacularly as a coach potato putting on running shoes and heading immediately for the big race.
I also notice very few marks of humility in this author’s writing. Usually a saintly writer takes pains to let you know what a small contribution his little thoughts might bring about next to all the great masters. Not only is this absent from Devotions to the Sacred Heart, but he actually advises the reader which parts of his own book should be re-read and when during key times of the year dedicated to the Sacred Heart.
Full disclosure is that I have scruples, so some of my not gelling with this book is likely on me. But at the same time I was reading Father Croiset, I was also reading the great French Abbot Lehodey. His work is every bit as challenging spiritually, but it doesn’t have that same abrasive, repetitive, impossible to not get yelled at quality that this book has.
In the end, it was probably worthwhile to have read this for the reminders it provided. However I can’t see me reading it again, nor recommending it to any but the most phlegmatic of souls.