My little daughter, let yourself be embraced by My most
ardent desire that all souls come and purify themselves in the water of
penance, and that the feeling of confidence, and not fear, may penetrate them,
because I am a God of Mercy and I am always ready to receive them in My Heart.
Thus, day-by-day we shall be uniting ourselves in
our secret of love. A tiny spark and then a great flame… Only the real Love is
not loved today! Make Love be loved!
But before that, pray little daughter, pray a lot for the consecrated souls who
have lost their enthusiasm and happiness in the service. Pray also for those
priests who accomplish that miracle of miracles on the altar and whose faith is
weak.
Lose yourself in Me like a drop of water in the
ocean… When I created you, I kissed
your forehead signing you with the sign of My predilection. Look for souls,
because there are few who love Me; look for souls and imprint in their minds
the vision of the pain in which I consumed Myself. Men, without knowing
it, are about to receive great gifts.
When you do what I ask, I am near you; it is as if
you quench that flaming thirst which on the Cross dried even My lips.
I will make Myself present each time that you invoke
My Passion with love. I will permit you to live united to Me in the pain that I
experienced in Gethsemane when I knew the sins of all men.
Be conscious of that, because I call few creatures
to this type of Passion, but none of them understand the predilection I have
placed on them by associating them to Me in the most painful hour of My earthly
life.
There are souls who consider My Passion, but very few who think about My preparation for
My public life: My loneliness!
The forty days which I spent by the side of the hill
were the most distressing hours of My life because I spent them completely
alone, preparing My Spirit for that which would come. I suffered hunger,
thirst, discouragement, and bitterness. I knew that for those people My
sacrifice would be useless, for they would deny Me. In that solitude I
understood that neither My new doctrine nor My sacrifices and miracles could
save the Jewish people who would become God-slayers.
Nevertheless, I had to do My duty, the Divine
Mission. I had to first leave My seed and die later. How sad this is, looking
at it from the human point of view!
I was also a man and felt sadness and anguish. I found Myself very alone! I mortified My Body by fasting and My Spirit
by prayer. I prayed for all humanity that would deny Me, that would sacrifice
Me so many times…
I was tempted as any other mortal, and Satan was
never more curious to know who the man was that remained in such loneliness and
abandonment.
Think about everything that I had to go through to
save man, to be able to reign in his heart, to make possible his entrance into
My Father’s Kingdom.
Now let us go to the story of My Passion… The story
that shall give glory to the Father and holiness to other chosen souls…
The night before I was betrayed was a night full of
joy because of the Paschal Supper, the inauguration of the Eternal Banquet at
which human beings must sit to feed themselves of Me.
If I were to ask Christians, “What do you think of
this Supper,” surely many would say that it is the place of their delight but
few would say that it is My delight… There are souls who take Communion, not
for the joy that they experience but for the joy that I feel; they are few
because the rest only come to Me to ask for gifts and favors.
I embrace all the souls that come to Me because I
came to Earth to expand the Love in which I embrace them. And since love does
not grow without sorrows; little by little I take away the sweetness, to leave
the souls in dryness. Thus, they fast from their own joy to make them
understand that their focus should be on another desire: Mine.
Why do you talk about dryness as if it were a sign
of a diminishing of My Love? Have you
forgotten that if I do not give happiness, you must taste your dryness and
other sorrows?
Come to Me, souls, but know that it is only I who
wills everything and who incites you to look for Me. If you only knew how much
I appreciate unselfish love and how it will be acknowledged in Heaven! O, how the soul who possesses it shall
rejoice!
Learn from Me, dear souls, to love only to please
the One who loves you… You shall have sweetness, and much more than what you
leave; you shall enjoy so much of whatever I have made you capable. It is I who
prepared the Banquet. I am the nourishment!
How then, can I let you sit at My table and let you fast? I promised you that whoever feeds on Me
shall not go hungry again… I serve
Myself as these things to reveal My Love to you. Listen to what My priests say, for they use this Paschal feast to
lead you to Me, but do not stop at that which is human, otherwise, you shall
nullify the other purpose of this feast.
Nobody can say that My Supper has become their
nourishment when they only experience sweetness… For Me, love grows in as much
as they deny themselves.
Many priests are so because I wanted to make them My
ministers, not because they truly follow Me… Pray for them! They should offer
My Father the sorrow that I felt when in the Temple I knocked down the benches
of the merchants and I reproached the ministers of that time for having turned
the house of God into an assembly of moneymakers.
When they asked Me under what authority had I done
that, I felt an even greater sorrow in proving that the worst denial of My
Mission came precisely from My ministers.
For that reason, pray for the priests that treat My
Body with a sense of habit and, therefore, with very little love.
You will soon know that I had to tell you this
because I love you and because I promise
the remission of all temporal punishment owed those who pray for My priests.
There shall be no Purgatory for those who grieve for the lukewarm priests, but
rather they will go to Paradise immediately after their last breath.
And now, let Me embrace you again in order for you
to receive the life that I, with infinite joy, made you part of.
That night with infinite Love, I washed the feet of
My Apostles because it was the culminating moment in which to present My Church
to the world.
I wanted My souls to know that even when they may be
weighted down with the greatest sins, they are not excluded from graces. They
are with My most faithful souls; they are in My Heart receiving the graces that
they need.
I felt such sorrow at that moment knowing that,
represented in Judas, My Apostle, there were so many souls gathered at My feet
and cleansed so many times with My Blood, yet they were to be lost! At that moment, I wanted to teach sinners
that just because they have sinned, they should not distance themselves from Me
thinking that there is no recourse and that they will never be loved as much as
before they sinned. Poor souls! These are not the feelings of a God who has
poured out all His Blood for you. Come to Me all of you and do not be afraid,
because I love you. I shall cleanse you with My Blood and you shall be as white
as snow. I shall drown your sins in the water of My Mercy and nothing will be
able to snatch from My Heart the Love that I have for you.
My beloved, I have not chosen you in vain, respond
to My election with generosity. Be faithful and firm in the faith. Be meek and
humble so that others may know the greatness of My humility.
Nobody really believes that I perspired blood that
night at Gethsemane, and few believe that I suffered much more in those hours
than in the Crucifixion. It was more painful because it was clearly revealed to
Me that the sins of everyone were made Mine and that I should answer for each
one. Thus I, being innocent and pure, answered to the Father as if I were
really guilty of dishonesty and of all the impurities committed by you, My
brothers. You dishonor God who created you to be instruments of the greatness
of Creation and not to stray from the nature given you with the purpose of
gradually taking that nature to lead you to behold the pure vision of Me, your
Creator.
Therefore, I was made thief, murderer, adulterer,
liar, a sacrilegious person, blasphemer, slanderer, and rebel to the Father
whom I have always loved.
It was precisely this contrast between My Love for
the Father and His Will that caused My perspiration of blood. But I obeyed
until the end and for Love of everyone, I covered Myself with the guilt so that
I could do My Father’s Will and save you from eternal damnation.
Consider how many more than human agonies I had that
night and, believe Me, nobody could alleviate such anguish because, on the
contrary, I was seeing how each one of you devoted yourself to making my death
cruel at every moment that was given to Me because of the offenses whose
penalty I have paid in full. I want it to be known once again how I loved all
men at that hour of abandonment and sadness without name….
The desire that all souls be
clean when they receive Me in the Sacrament of Love, led Me to wash the feet of
My Apostles.
I also did it to represent the Sacrament of Penance, in which the souls that
have had the misfortune of falling into sin, can wash themselves and regain
their lost purity.
By washing their feet, I wanted to teach the souls
that have apostolic tasks to humble themselves and treat with tenderness the sinners and all the souls who have been
entrusted to them.
I wrapped Myself in a cloth to teach them that, in
order to be successful with souls, one has to girdle oneself with mortification
and self-denial.
I wanted them to learn mutual charity and how the
faults they observe in their neighbor should be purged, concealing them and
always forgiving them without ever disclosing their faults. The water that I
poured over My Apostles’ feet was a reflection of the zeal that consumed My
Heart in desiring the salvation of men.
At that moment the Love that I felt for men was
infinite and I did not want to leave them orphans… In order to live with you until the consummation of time and to
show you My Love, I wanted to be your breath, your life, your support, your
All! Then I saw all the souls that, in
the course of time, would be nourished by My Body and Blood, and I saw all the
divine effects that this nourishment would produce in many souls…
That immaculate Blood would engender purity and
virginity in many souls; in others, it would light the fire of love and zeal.
Many martyrs of Love gathered at that hour before My eyes and in My Heart! Many other souls, after having committed
many and serious sins and weakened by force of passions, would come to Me to
renew their strength with the Bread of the strong!
How I would like to make known the feelings of My
Heart to all souls! How much I desire
that they know the Love I felt for them at the Cenacle when I instituted the
Holy Eucharist. Nobody could penetrate the feelings in My Heart during those
moments - feelings of love, joy, tenderness…
But greater was also the sorrow that invaded My Heart.
Are you perhaps good ground for the construction of
a magnificent building? Yes and no…
Yes, because of the gifts that I have given you since birth; no, because
of the use that you have made of them. Do you think that your ground is of
suitable proportion to the structure of the building that I raise? O, it is paltry! Then, in spite of all the opposing elements that exist in you, My
calculations will not fail because it is My handicraft to choose that which is
poor for the intent that I set Myself. I never make a mistake because I use
artistry and love. I construct actively without your realizing it. Your own
desire to know what I am doing serves Me to prove to you that you cannot do or
know anything without My desiring it… It is time to work, do not ask Me for
anything because there is someone who thinks about you.
I want to tell My souls the sorrow, the tremendous
pain that filled My Heart that night. Even though My joy was great in becoming
the Divine Nourishment of souls and man’s companion till the end of time, and
of seeing how many would render Me homage of adoration, love, and reparation,
great was the sadness that caused Me to contemplate all those souls that were
to abandon Me at the Tabernacle and the many that would doubt My presence in
the Holy Eucharist.
O, how many hearts stained, dirty, and torn by sin I
would have to enter! And how My profaned Flesh and Blood, would become the
reason for the damnation of so many souls! You cannot understand the way in
which I contemplated all the sacrileges, offences, and tremendous abominations
that would be committed against Me… the many hours that I would spend alone in
the Tabernacles. So many long nights!
How many men would reject the loving calls that would be directed to
them.
For love of souls, I remain prisoner in the Holy
Eucharist, so that in your sorrows and sadness you can go to console yourselves
with the most tender of Hearts, with the best of Fathers, with the most loyal
friend. But that Love, which is consumed for the good of mankind, is not going
to be returned.
I live amongst sinners to be their salvation and
life, their doctor and medicine; yet they, in return, in spite of their sick
nature, will distance themselves from Me. They offend Me and scorn Me.
My children, poor sinners! Do not distance
yourselves from Me. I wait for you night and day at the Tabernacle. I will not
reproach your crimes; I will not throw your sins in your face. What I will do
is to wash you with the Blood of My wounds. Do not be afraid, come to Me. You
do not know how much I love you.
And you, dear souls, why are you cold and
indifferent to My Love? I know you have
to attend to the needs of your family, your home, and of the world that
constantly calls for you. But, do you not have a moment to come and give Me
proof of your love and gratitude? Do
not let so many useless worries pull you away; reserve a moment of your time to
visit the Prisoner of Love. If your body is sick, can you not find a few
minutes to look for a physician to cure you?
Come to He who can give you the strength and health of the soul. Give
alms of love to this Divine Beggar, who calls you, wants you, and waits for
you.
These words will produce the effect of a great
reality in souls. They will penetrate in the families, schools, religious
congregations, hospitals, prisons, and many souls will succumb to My Love. My
greatest pains come from the souls of priests and nuns.
At the moment that I instituted the Holy Eucharist,
I saw all the privileged souls that would be nourished with My Body and Blood
and the effects produced in them.
To some, My Body would be a remedy to their
weakness. To others, a fire that would succeed in consuming their miseries,
inflaming them with love. Ah!… Those souls gathered before Me will be an
enormous garden in which every plant produces a different flower, but all
delight Me with their scent. My Body will be the sun that brings them back to
life. I shall come to some to be consoled, to others to hide, in others I will
rest. If you only knew, beloved souls, how easy it is to console, to hide, and
to give rest to God.
This God, who loves you with infinite Love after
freeing you from the bondage of sin, has planted in you the incomparable grace
of the religious vocation. He has brought you in a mysterious way to the garden
of His delights. This God, your Redeemer, has become your spouse. He Himself
nourishes you with His Body so pure, and with His Blood, He quenches your
thirst. In Me you shall find rest and happiness.
O, little daughter! Why is it that so many souls,
after having been filled with so many blessings and caresses, have to be the
cause of such sadness in My Heart? Am I not always the same? Have I changed for
you? …. No! I will never change, and I will love you with predilection and
tenderness till the end.
I know you are full of miseries, but this will not
keep from you My most tender looks and I wait for you anxiously, not only to
ease your miseries, but also to fill you with My blessings.
If I ask for your love, do not deny it to Me. It is
very easy to love He who is Love itself. If I ask for something dear to your
nature, I give you both the grace and the strength necessary so you can be My
comfort. Allow Me to come into your souls and, if you do not find in them
anything that is worthy of Me, tell Me with humility and with confidence:
“Lord, you can see the fruit that this tree produces. Come and tell me what to
do, so that from now on it may bear the fruit that You desire.”
If the soul tells Me this with a real desire of
proving its love, I shall answer: “Dear soul, allow Me to cultivate your love…”
Do you know the fruits that you will obtain? The
victory over your character will repair offences; it will atone for faults. If
you are not upset when you are corrected and you accept it gladly, you will
bring about a change in those souls blinded by pride who will humble themselves and ask for
forgiveness.
This is what I will do in your soul if you allow Me
to work freely. The garden will not flourish immediately, but you will give
great comfort to My Heart.
All this passed before Me when I instituted the
Eucharist and I was ignited with desire to nourish the souls. I was not going
to stay on Earth to live with perfect beings, but rather to hold the weak and
nourish the children… I would make them grow,
invigorate their souls, and rest in their miseries, and their good
desires would console Me.
But within My elected ones there are souls that
cause Me sorrow. Will they all persevere?
This is the scream of pain that escapes from My Heart; this is the moan
that I want the souls to hear.
The Eternal Love is looking for souls who may say
new things about the old truths already known. The infinite Love wants to
create in the bosom of humanity a tribunal of pure Mercy, not of Justice. That
is why the messages are multiplying all over the world. Whoever understands
this admires its work, takes advantage of them, and helps others profit from
them as well. Whoever does not understand, keeps on being a slave of the spirit
that dies and is condemned.
To these I direct My word of condemnation, because
they hinder My Divine Work and they become accomplices of the Devil.
When they condemn, cover-up, and repress that which
comes not from mere creatures but from the Creator, their cleverness produces
pressure over their childlike minds. To those whom I have called little ones, I
reveal My knowledge, which on the other hand, I hide from the proud.
Soul, allow Me to pour Myself in you. Become a valve
of My Heart because there is always someone who stifles My Love…
Of My Passion I want you to consider above all, the
bitterness that was caused by My knowing the sins, that darkening the mind of
man, lead him to aberrations. Most of
the time these sins are accepted as a fruit of natural inclinations that, it is
said, cannot be opposed by one’s own will. Today, many live in grave sin,
blaming others or fate, without the possibility of getting rid of them. I saw
this in Gethsemane and I knew the great evil that My soul would absorb. So many
are lost like that and how I suffered for them!
Thus by My example, by washing their feet and
becoming their Food, I taught My Apostles to mutually support each other. The
hour was approaching for which the Son of God had been made man and Redeemer of
the human race; for which He was going to spill His Blood and give His Life for
the world.
At that moment I wanted to be in prayer and give
Myself to the Will of My Father… It was then that My Will as a man conquered
the natural resistance to the great suffering prepared for Me by Our Father,
who you see was hurting more than Myself. Then, among those lost souls, I
surrendered My Own Soul in order to repair that which had already become
corrupt. My Omnipotence can do all, but wants littleness upon which to add of
the other, and this littleness, I Myself offer it with infinite Love.
My Passion… what a bottomless abyss of bitterness
within which it enclosed itself!
How mistakenly remote is he who believes he
comprehends it, yet only thinks of the terrible sufferings of My Body.
My daughter, I have reserved for you other scenes of
the intimate tragedies that I lived and I wish to share them with you because
you are one of those whom the Father gave Me in the Garden.
Dear souls, learn from your Model that the only
necessary thing, even if your nature rebels, is to submit yourself with
humility and to surrender yourself to fulfill the Will of God.
I also wanted to teach souls that all-important acts
must be prepared and revitalized through prayer. In prayer the soul is
fortified for the most difficult things and God communicates with the soul,
gives it advice, and inspires it even when it (the soul) is not aware of it.
I withdrew to the Garden with three of My Disciples,
in order to teach them that the three Powers of the soul should accompany and
help them in prayer.
Remember, from memory, the divine benefits, the
perfection of God: His Kindness, His Power, His Mercy, and the Love that He has
for you. Afterwards, look with understanding on how to correspond to the
marvels that He has done for you…. Through prayer, in your retreat and silence,
allow your will to be moved to do more and the best for God, and to be
consecrated for the salvation of souls, whether by means of your apostolic work
or by your humble and hidden life.
Prostrate yourselves humbly as creatures in the
presence of their Creator, and adore His designs over you, whatever they may
be, committing your will to the Divine One.
In this way I offered Myself to fulfill the work of
redeeming the world. Ah! What a moment it was when I felt all those torments
come over Me, the torments I was to suffer in My Passion: the slander, the
insults, the scourging, the kicks, the Crown of Thorns, the thirst, the Cross…
All that passed before My eyes at the same time that
an intense pain hurt My Heart; the offenses, the sins, and the abominations
that would be committed in the passing of time. And I not only saw them, but I
felt reinvested with all those horrors, and in this way I presented Myself to
My Celestial Father to implore Mercy.
My little daughter, I offered Myself as a lily to
calm His anger and appease His wrath. Nevertheless, with so many crimes and so
many sins, My human nature experienced a mortal agony to the point of sweating
blood.
Is it possible for this anguish and this Blood to be
useless for so many souls?… My Love was the origin of My Passion. If I had not
wanted it, who would have been able to touch Me? I wanted it and to accomplish
this, I used the cruelest amongst men.
Before suffering, I knew in Myself all suffering and
I could evaluate it entirely. But then, when I wanted to suffer, in addition to
full knowledge and appraisal, I had the human sensation of all sufferings. I
took all of them
Speaking of My Passion, I cannot go into so much
detail. Other times I have done so and you cannot understand it. Because of
your human nature, you could not begin to understand the enormous extent of the
pains that I have suffered.
Yes, I illuminate you, but I stay within a limit
beyond which you cannot advance. Only to My Mother did I make known all My
pains, that is why she suffered them more than anyone.
But today the world will know more than I have
allowed up to now, because My Father wants it this way. For that reason, a ray
of love flourishes in My Church because of all the changing circumstances that
took Me from the Garden to Calvary. More than to anyone else, I manifest My
Passion to the loved ones I had in the Garden. They are able to mention
something that adapts to the mind of present-day travelers. And if they can,
they should do it. That is why you should write all that I tell you, little
one, for you and for many others, in comfort for the souls and for the Glory of
the Holy Trinity who desires that My suffering in Gethsemane be known.
My soul is sad until death. While the sadness of not
being physically well could be the cause of death, I wanted to experience the
sadness of the spirit, which consisted of the complete absence of the influence
of the Divinity and the heartbreaking presence of the causes of My Passion.
In My Spirit, which was agonizing unto death, were
present all the reasons that impelled Me to bring Love to earth. Foremost were
the offenses made against My suffering Divinity as a man, yet with the consciousness
of God. You cannot find anything like this type of suffering because the man
who sins understands, with My light, the part that corresponds to him and many
times, imperfectly, he does not see what sin is like in front of Me. For that
reason, it is clear that only God can know the importance of an offense done to
Him.
Nevertheless, humanity should be able to offer
complete knowledge, true sorrow, and repentance to the Divinity, and I can let
humanity do so whenever it wishes. I do this in fact by offering My knowledge
that has worked within Me, a man, a human who bore the offenses against God.
This was My wish: that through Me, the repented
sinner would have the way of presenting to his God the knowledge of the
committed offense, and that I, in My Divinity, could also receive the full
understanding of what he has done against Me.
Enough for today, you do not know how much you
console Me when you give yourself to Me with entire abandonment… Not everyday
can I talk to souls… Let Me tell you, for them, My secrets!… Let Me make use of
your days and nights!
I was sad unto death because I could see everywhere
the huge accumulation of the offenses committed. And if for one I experienced a
death without comparison, what could I have experienced for the combination of
all the offences? “Sad is My Soul unto death…” a sadness which produced in Me
the abandonment of all strength; a sadness which had as a center in Me the
Divinity towards which would converge the tide of the faults and the stench of
the souls corroded by all types of vices. For that reason, I was at the same
time target and arrow - as God, the target, and as man, the arrow. As soon as I
had absorbed all sin, I appeared before My Father as the only offender. Greater
sadness than this could not exist, and I wanted to take all of it, for the Love
of the Father, and for Mercy to all of you.
If he does not pay attention to this matter, man
ponders in vain over the meaning of these words, which include all My essence
as God and Man. Look at Me in this gigantic prison of spirit. Do I not deserve
love if I struggled and suffered so much? Do I not deserve for creatures to
count on Me as their own, knowing that I give Myself entirely without reserve?
Drink all of you from My inexhaustible fountain of goodness. Drink! I offer you
My sadness in the Garden; give Me your sadness, all your sadness. I want to
make of your sadness a bouquet of violets, whose perfume is constantly directed
toward My Divinity.
“Father, if it is possible, take this Cup away from
Me, but let not My Will but Yours be done.”
I said this in the height of bitterness, when the load that weighed upon
Me had become so bloody that My Soul found itself in the most unbelievable
darkness. I said it to the Father because, upon assuming all the blame, I
presented Myself before Him as the only sinner against whom all His Divine
Justice was discharged. And feeling deprived of My Divinity, only humanity appeared before Me.
Take from Me, O Father, this extremely bitter
Chalice that You present to Me, and that
I accepted for Your Love when I came to this world. I have arrived at a
point in which I do not even recognize Myself. You, O Father, who loves Me,
have made sin My inheritance and this
makes My presence before You unbearable. The ingratitude of human beings is
known to Me but how will I endure seeing Myself alone? My God, have pity of the
great solitude in which I find Myself. Why do even You want to abandon Me? What
help shall I find then in such great desolation? Why do You also strike Me this
way? Yes, You deprive Me of You. I feel like I am going down into such an abyss
that I do not even recognize your hand in such a tragic situation. The Blood
that oozes out of My Body gives You testimony of My annihilation under Your
powerful hand.
Thus, I cried; I fell. But then I continued: It is
just, Holy Father, that You do of Me what You want. My life is not Mine, it
belongs totally to You. I do not want that My Will be done, but rather Yours. I
have accepted a death on the Cross, I accept also the apparent death of My
Divinity.
It is just. All this I should give You and, before
everything, I should offer You the holocaust of My Divinity which unites Me to
You. Yes, Father, with the Blood that You see, I confirm My donation and My
acceptance: Your Will be done, not Mine…
In spite of everything, the enormous weight and the
terrible fatigue, together with the sweat of Blood, I had been hit in such a
way that when I went to look for My Apostles, I felt tremendously exhausted.
Peter, John, James! Where are you that I do not see
you alert? Wake up, look at My face, see how My Body trembles in this
tribulation that I experience! Why do you sleep? Wake up and pray with Me; I
have sweated Blood for you!
Peter, My chosen disciple, do you not care about My
Passion?… James, to you I have given so much preference, look at Me and
remember Me! And you John, why do you let yourself sink into sleep with the
others? You can bear more than they… Do not sleep, keep watch and pray with Me!
This is what I obtained: seeking comfort, I found
bitter affliction. Not even they are with Me. Where else shall I go?… It is
true, My Father gave Me only that which I asked for, so that the judgment to
all humanity would fall upon Me. My Father, help Me! You can do all; help Me!
I prayed again as a man for whom all hope has been
destroyed and who seeks comprehension and comfort from on high. But what could My Father do if I had freely chosen
to pay for everything? My election had not changed. Nevertheless, the natural
resistance had come to such an excessive degree that My humanity was
overwhelmed.
Again I fell to the ground on My face because of the
shame of all your sins; again I asked My Father to take away that Chalice. But
He answered that, if I did not drink from it, it would be as if I had not come
to this world and for Me to console Myself because many creatures would take
part in My agonies in the Garden.
I answered: Father, do not let My Will be done, but
Yours. This Angel has assured Me of Your Love, and this brief joy that You have
sent Me, has done a good deed even with My natural resistance. Give Me My
creatures, those I have redeemed. You Yourself take them because for You I have
accepted. I want to see You content. I offer You all My sufferings and My
unchanging Will, that in truth is not in disagreement with Yours, because We
have always been One… Father, I am destroyed but thus Our Love will be known.
Your Will be done, not Mine!
Again I returned to wake My Disciples, but the rays
of the Divine Justice had left Me in a permanent rut… They became filled with
fright when they saw Me like a mad man, and the one who suffered the most was
John. I, silent…they stunned… Only Peter had the courage to speak. Poor Peter,
if he had only known that part of My agitation had been caused by him.
I had taken My three friends so that I could rest in
them and in their love, so that they could help Me by sharing My anguish, and
pray with Me… How do I describe what I felt when I saw them asleep?
How My Heart suffers even today and, wanting to find
relief in My souls, I go to them and find them asleep. More than once, when I
wanted to wake them and take them out of themselves, away from their worries.
They answer Me, if not with words, with deeds: “Not now, I am too tired; I have
too much to do; this is bad for My health; I need a little time; I want some
peace.”
I insist and gently tell that soul: Do not fear. If
for Me you leave your rest, I shall reward you. Come and pray with Me, only one
hour! Look, this is the moment when I need you! If you stop, will you now be
behind schedule? How many times I hear that same answer!
Poor soul, you have not been able to keep watch one
hour with Me. Soon I will come and you shall not hear Me because you are
asleep. I will want to give you the Grace but since you are asleep, you shall
not be able to receive it. And who will make sure that later you will have the
strength to wake up?… It is possible that deprived of food, your soul will be
weak and you may not be able to come out from that lethargy.
Many souls have been surprised by death in the
middle of a deep sleep and, where and how have they awakened?
Dear souls, I also want to teach you how useless and
vain it is to look for relief in creatures. How often they are asleep and,
instead of finding the relief that I look for in them, I leave with bitterness
for they do not correspond to Our wishes nor to Our Love.
When I prayed to My Father and asked for help, My
sad and abandoned soul was suffering the anguish of death. I felt overpowered
with the weight of the worst ingratitude.
The Blood that poured out of all the pores of My
Body and that in a short time would gush forth from all My wounds, would be
useless for a great number of souls that would be lost. Many would offend Me
and many would not know Me! Later I would spill My Blood for all and My merits
would be applied to each one of them. Divine Blood! Infinite merits! And yet,
useless for so many, many souls.
But by then I was already going to encounter other
things, and My Will was bent to the fulfillment of My Passion.
Men, if I suffered, it has certainly not been
without fruit nor without reason. The fruits that I have obtained have been
Glory and Love. It is now up to you, with My help, to demonstrate to Me that
you appreciate My work.
I never
tire! Come to Me! Come to He who vibrates in Love for you and who only knows
how to give you the real Love that reigns in Heaven and that transforms you now
on earth.
Souls that taste My thirst, drink from My bitter and
glorious Chalice, for I tell you that the Father wants to reserve some of the
drops of this Chalice precisely for you. Think about these few drops taken from
Me and then, if you believe, tell Me that you do not want them. I have not set
limits and neither should you. I was destroyed without mercy. For love, you
should allow Me to destroy your self-esteem.
I am He who works in you, just as My Father worked
in Me when in the Garden.
I am He who gives you sufferings so that one day you
may be happy. Be docile for a time; be docile in imitation of Me because this
helps you greatly and it pleases Me a great deal. Do not lose anything, but
rather acquire the love. How could I allow My beloved ones to suffer real
losses while they try to show Me love?
I wait for you.
I am always waiting and I shall not tire. Come to Me; come as you are, it does
not matter as long as you come. Then you shall see that I will adorn your
foreheads with jewels, with those drops of Blood that I spilled in Gethsemane -
those drops are yours, if you want them. Come, soul, come to Jesus who calls
you.
I said: My Father; I did not say: My God. This is
what I want to teach you: when your heart suffers most, you should say “My
Father” and ask Him for consolation. Show Him your sufferings, your fears, and
with moans remind Him that you are His children. Tell Him that your soul can no
longer bear it! Ask with a child’s
trust and wait, for your Father will help you; He will give you and the souls
who trust, the necessary strength to go through your tribulations…
This is the Chalice that I accepted and drained to
its last drop. Everything to teach you, dear children, not to ever believe
again that suffering is useless. If you do not see results always attained,
yield your judgment and allow the Divine Will to be fulfilled within you.
I did not retreat. On the contrary, knowing that it
was in the Garden where they had to apprehend Me, I stayed there. I did not
want to flee from My enemies…
My daughter, tonight allow My Blood to irrigate and
strengthen the roots of your littleness.
After having been comforted by My Father’s
messenger, I saw that Judas, followed by all those who would apprehend Me, was
approaching Me. They had ropes, sticks, and stones… I stepped forward and told
them: “Who are you looking for?” While Judas, with a hand on My shoulder,
kissed Me…
So many souls have sold Me and will sell Me for the
wretched price of a delight, for a momentary and passing pleasure… Poor souls,
those that look for Jesus, as the soldiers did.
Souls whom I love; you, who come to Me and receive
Me in your bosom, who tell Me so many times that you love Me…will you hand Me
over after you receive Me? In the
places that you visit there are stones that wound Me, there are conversations
that offend Me, and you, who have received Me today lose the beautiful
whiteness of Grace there.
Why do the souls who know Me, hand Me over this way
when on more than one occasion they boast of being pious and practicing
charity? All things that truly could help you acquire greater merits… What are
they to you but a veil to cover your crime of treasuring goods on earth?
Be watchful and pray! Fight without rest and do not
let your bad inclinations and defects become habitual.
Look, it is necessary to cut down the grass every
year and possibly even during the four seasons. You have to work the land and
clear it. You have to make it better and take care to pull out the weeds that
sprout up in it.
You also have to take care of the soul with much diligence
and you must straighten out the twisted tendencies.
Do not believe that the soul who sells Me and gave
itself to grave sin, started with a grave sin. Usually the great fall started
with something little: something the soul enjoyed, a weakness, an illicit
consent, a pleasure that is not forbidden but that is not very convenient… In
this way, the soul starts blinding itself, it diminishes in Grace, the passion
strengthens, and lastly, it conquers.
Understand this: if it is sad to receive an offense
and ingratitude from any soul, it is more so when it comes from My most
beloved, chosen souls. However, others can do reparation and console Me.
Souls, you whom I have chosen to make My resting
place, the garden of My delights, I expect from you greater tenderness, more
gentleness, and a lot more love.
I expect you to be the balm that heals My wounds, to
clean My face made ugly and dirty; to help Me give light to so many blind souls
that in the darkness of night apprehend Me and bind Me to give Me death.
Do not leave Me alone… Wake up and come, for My
enemies are arriving!
When the soldiers came close I said: “I am!” These
same words I repeat to the soul who is about to fall into temptation: ”I am,”
there is still time and if you want, I shall forgive you. And instead of you
tying Me up with the ropes of sin, I am He who shall tie you up with the bond
of Love.
Come, I am He who loves you; the One who has so much
compassion for your weaknesses; the One who is anxiously waiting to receive you
in His arms.
The episode of My capture, well examined, has a lot
of importance. If Peter had not given that blow to Malchus, I would not have
had the opportunity to call to your attention the method I want you to use in
fighting for Me.
Then I made use of a proverb to admonish Peter and I
restored Malchus’ ear because I do not like violence, being that I am the Lord
of liberty. But notice that apart from doing this, I expressed to Peter the
firm desire that My Passion be completed and I made him contemplate the fact
that if I wanted, the Father would defend Me with His Angels.
See how many things in just one episode? But the
main thing is precisely the lesson that I had to give to all of you about
fighting your enemies. Whoever is like Me does it thus: he allows himself to be
taken where they want to take him, because he will have strength in the moments
which are not those sought by the world (by man), by human experience, and by
the astuteness of self-love.
No, whoever is like Me shall stay in the situation
where he is placed and will receive unknown but vigorous strength to dominate
his suppressors. My true disciple does the most improbable things without
interrupting in the least My designs for him. The world pleases itself with
singularities, in excelling, and showing its own superiority. This is the
spirit that I have fought and conquered. That is why I told you all to take
courage, because having conquered it, that world can now do nothing to cut its
unity with Me provided that you do not unite with it. If you do, you would have
to suffer the consequences with the added difficulty that since I Myself oppose
its victory with the weapons of the world, many times you will have as
adversaries the world and Me - the world because of its selfish love, and Me
for pure Love, for Love of your true well- being.
Therefore, no blows like Peter’s to the ears of your
enemies without full acceptance of the Chalice that I offer you. A Chalice in
which you should see My Will as I saw that of My Father when I asked the
beloved Peter: “Do you not want Me to drink from this Chalice that My Father
gives Me?”
Always meditate on My Passion, but penetrate
intimately into My Spirit and obtain the impressions that are wholesome and
incite you to imitate Me. Naturally, I am He who works these things in you but
you must apply yourselves and, later, you will attain what I say.
Ah! If man
could only understand this aspect of My Passion! How much easier it would be to
yield and relive My Life!
Go ahead, My children, everything is a question of
love, not of anything else. Of love and My work that I want to accomplish in
you, and of you always loving Me more. Stop reasoning in a human way; open your
mind to My world, to the one that I have with you. This is important!
You are Mine
for three reasons: because I created you from nothing; because I redeemed you;
and because you shall receive part of My Crown of Glory. That is why you must
remember that I care for you for these three reasons, and that I could never
lose My interest in whom I have created, have saved, and in whom shall be My
Glory.
You are driven to this path and you must travel it
all. As it was for Me, it will not only be good for you but also for many of
your brothers who should receive from Me, through you, Grace and Life.
Advance, because I delight Myself in it; learn,
because Love wants to possess you completely.
I give you My Blessing, full of promise. I give it
to all of you with the power that I enjoy as a man, power that is yours, and
joy that I shall award with the prize, which shall confirm My infinite Love for
you.
My hour had come; the hour in which I had to
consummate the sacrifice, and I surrendered Myself to the soldiers with the
meekness of a lamb.
I was taken before Caiaphas, where I was received with
jeers and insults. One of his soldiers struck My cheek. It was the first blow I
received and in it I saw the first mortal sin of many souls who, after having
lived in grace, committed that first sin… So many other sins followed that
first sin, serving as an example so that other souls would also commit them.
My Apostles abandoned Me and Peter remained hidden
behind a fence, amongst the servants, spying, moved by curiosity.
With Me were men only trying to accumulate crimes
against Me, accusations that could further incite the anger of such wicked
judges. There I saw the faces of all the demons, of all the bad angels. They
accused Me of disturbing the order, of being an instigator and a false prophet,
of being blasphemous, and profaning the Sabbath. And the soldiers, overexcited
by the slanders, shouted and threatened Me.
Then My silence cried out, shaking My whole Body.
Where are you, Apostles and disciples who have been witnesses of My Life, of My
teachings and of My miracles? Of all those from whom I was expecting some proof
of love, there is no one left to defend Me. I am alone and surrounded by
soldiers who want to devour Me like wolves.
Contemplate
how they mistreated Me: one deals Me a blow against the face, another thrusts
his dirty saliva at Me, another twists My face to make fun of Me; another pulls
My beard; another wrings My arms between his fingers; another hits My genitals
with his knee, and when I fall, two of them pull Me up by the hair.
While My Heart offers to suffer all these ordeals,
Peter, whom I had named “Leader and Head of the Church” and who hours before
had promised to follow Me unto My death, denies Me in response to a simple
question that is asked of him and which could have served him in giving
testimony of Me. And as fear seizes him even more, when the question is
repeated, he swears that he has never known Me nor has he been My disciple.
Questioned for the third time, he answered with terrible curses.
Little children, when the world protests against Me
and, turning towards My chosen souls, I see Myself abandoned and denied, do you
know how great is the sadness and bitterness in My Heart?
I shall tell them as I told Peter: Soul, whom I love
so much, do you not remember the tests of love that I have given you? Have you
forgotten that many times you have promised Me to be faithful and to defend Me?
You do not trust yourself because you are lost; but
if you come to Me with humbleness and firm trust, fear nothing; you are well
sustained.
Souls, you, who live surrounded by so many dangers,
do not enter into occasions of sin through vain curiosity; be careful that you
could fall like Peter.
And you souls who work in My vineyard, if you feel
moved by curiosity or by some human satisfaction, I shall tell you to run away.
But if you work for obedience and are propelled by zeal for souls and for My
Glory, be not afraid. I will defend you and you shall depart victorious.
My beloved, I am educating you little by little and
with much patience. I am consoled with the thought of having a pupil eager to
learn. Thus, I forget your negligence and mistakes. If I look in creation for
the most beautiful names to call you, be not afraid. Why do you suppress them?
Love has no limits.
Let us go on with this painful story, which you will
manage to take to as many people as you can. I will enlighten you in the way in
which it should be done.
When the soldiers took Me prisoner, Peter was half
hidden in one of the patios amid the crowd. Our looks crossed; his eyes were disoriented,
it was only for a fraction of a second and yet, I told him so much!… I saw him
cry bitterly for his sin and with My Heart I told him: “The enemy has tried to
possess you but I do not abandon you. I know that your heart has not denied Me.
Be ready for the battle of the new day, for the renewed battles against
spiritual darkness and ready yourself to take the good news. Goodbye,
Peter."
How many times I look into the soul that has sinned,
but does it look also? Not always do our eyes meet. How many times do I look at
the soul and it does not look at Me; it does not see Me; it is blind…. I call
it by its name and it does not answer Me. I send it a sorrow, a pain, so that
it can come out of its sleep, but it does not want to wake up.
My beloved ones, if you do not look at Heaven, you
shall live as beings deprived of motive. Raise your head and contemplate the
Home that awaits you. Search for your God and you shall always find Him with
His eyes fixed upon you, and in His look you shall find peace and life.
Contemplate Me in prison where I spent a great part
of the night. The soldiers came to insult Me with words and deeds, pushing Me,
hitting Me, making fun of My condition as a man.
Close to dawn, fed up with Me, they left Me alone
tied up in a dark, humid and foul-smelling room, full of rats. I was tied in
such a way that I had to be standing up or sitting on a pointed rock which was
what they gave Me as a seat. My aching body was soon numbed with cold. I
remembered the thousands of times that My Mother covered My Body, wrapping it
up when I was cold… and I cried.
Now let us compare the Sanctuary with the prison
and, above all, with the hearts of men. In prison I spent one night… how many
nights do I spend in the Sanctuary?
In prison the soldiers, who were My enemies, injured
Me; but in the Sanctuary I am badly treated and insulted by souls who call Me
Father. In the prison I was cold, sleepy, hungry, ashamed, sad, aching, lonely,
and abandoned. I could see, over the course of time, how in so many Sanctuaries
I would not have the coat of love. So many frigid hearts would be for Me like
the rock in the prison!
So many times I would be thirsty for love, thirsty
for souls! So many days do I wait for such a soul to visit Me, to receive Me in
its heart because I have spent the night alone and have thought about that soul
in order to quench My thirst! So many times I hunger for My souls, for their
fidelity, for their generosity!
Do they know how to calm this longing? When they
have to undergo some suffering, will they know to tell Me: “this will help to
ease Your sadness, to be with You in Your loneliness?” And, O! If at least
united to Me and as long as you would console My Heart, you would endure it all
with peace and be strengthened.
In prison I felt shame when I heard the horrible
words that were said about Me, and that shame grew when I later saw that those
same words would be repeated by beloved souls.
When those dirty and repugnant hands struck My face
and hit Me, I saw how many times I would be hit and struck by so many souls
who, without purifying themselves from sin, without cleaning their house with a
good confession, would receive Me in their hearts. Those habitual sins would
strike Me repeatedly.
When they would make Me get up by pushing Me, being
without strength and because of the chains that bound Me, I would fall to the
ground. I saw how so many souls, tying Me up with the chains of ingratitude,
would let Me fall upon the stones renewing My shame and prolonging My
loneliness.
Chosen souls, contemplate your Spouse in prison.
Contemplate Me this night of such pain and consider that this pain is prolonged
in the solitude of so many Sanctuaries, in the coldness of so many hearts.
If you want to give Me proof of your love, open your
heart so I can make it My prison. Tie Me up with the chains of your love. Cover
Me with your gentleness; feed Me with your kindness. Quench My thirst with your
zeal. Console My sadness and abandonment with your faithful company. Make My
shame disappear with your purity and honest intentions.
If you want Me to rest in you, avoid the tumult of
your passions and in the silence of your soul, I shall sleep peacefully.
Now and then you will hear My voice that softly
tells you: Spouse of Mine, now that you are My rest, I will be yours through
eternity. To you, who provide Me the prison of your heart with so much
dedication and love, I promise that My reward shall have no limits, and the
sacrifices that you have made for Me during your life will not weigh you down.
Pilate ordered that they take Me to the presence of
Herod… He was a poor corrupt man who only searched for pleasure, allowing him
to be driven to disorderly passions. He was glad to see Me come before his
tribunal because he hoped to amuse himself with My words and miracles.
Consider, My children, the repulsion that I felt in
the presence of the most repulsive of men, whose words, questions, and affected
gestures covered Me with confusion. Pure and virginal souls, come to surround
and defend your Spouse.
Herod expects Me to answer his sarcastic questions
but I do not utter a word; I keep the most absolute silence before him. Not
answering was the greatest proof of My dignity that I could give him. His
obscene words were not worthy to cross with My pure ones. In the meantime, My
Heart was infinitely united to My Heavenly Father. I was consumed with desire
to give up even the last drop of My Blood for souls. The thought of every man,
who later would follow Me, conquered by My example and generosity, ignited Me
in love and, not only did I enjoy that terrible interrogation but I wanted to
run to the torture of the Cross.
I allowed them to treat Me as a mad man and they
covered Me with a white tunic as a sign of their ridicule and their making fun
of Me. Later, in the middle of furious mocking shouts, they took Me again
before Pilate.
Watch how this bewildered and very confused man does
not know what to do with Me. And to quiet the fury of the mob, he commands that
they have Me scourged.
Represented in Pilate, I saw the souls that lack the
courage and generosity to break away once and for all from the demands of the
world and from their own nature. Instead of nipping the dangers of what their
conscience tells them about not being of the world and of nature, their
conscious mind tells them not to be of the good spirit. Then they give in to a
whim, enjoy themselves in a passing satisfaction, and surrender in part to what
their passion demands. And to silence the guilty feelings, they tell
themselves: “I have already deprived myself of this or that, and that is
enough.”
I will only say to this soul: “You scourge Me as did
Pilate.” You have already taken one step, tomorrow another. Do you plan to
satisfy your passion in this way? No! It shall soon demand more.
As you have not had the courage to fight your own
nature in this small thing, much less will you have it later when the occasion
shall be greater.
Look at Me, My dear ones. Letting Myself be led with
the meekness of a lamb to the terrible torture of the scourging. On My Body,
already covered with blows and overwhelmed with fatigue, the executioners
cruelly discharge terrible lashes with braided rope, with rods. I am punished
with so much violence that that there was no part of Me which was not prey to
the most terrible pain. The blows and the kicks caused immeasurable wounds… The
rods tore away pieces of My skin and flesh. Blood oozed from all My members.
Time after time I fell because of the pain caused by the blows to My manliness.
My Body was in such a state that I resembled a monster more than a man. The
features of My face had lost their shape; it was all swollen.
The thought of so many souls, who later were going
to be inspired to follow My footsteps, consumed Me with Love.
While in prison I saw the faithful imitators
learning from My meekness, patience, and serenity. Not only to accept the
suffering and scorns, but even loving those who persecute them and, if
necessary, sacrificing themselves for them as I sacrificed Myself.
During those hours of solitude in the midst of so
much pain, I became inflamed, more and more, in My desire of perfectly
completing My Father’s Will. How I offered Myself in reparation of His deeply
offended Glory! Thus you, religious souls who find yourselves in the chosen
prison for love, who more than once pass in the eyes of others as useless and
possibly harmful creatures, do not be afraid. Let them shout against you and,
during those hours of pain and solitude, unite your heart intimately with your
God, the only object of your love. Repair His Glory violated by so many sins.
At dawn Caiaphas ordered them to take Me to Pilate
so that he might pronounce the sentence of death. Pilate questioned Me, hoping
to find a reason to condemn Me, but at the same time his conscience tormented
him and he felt great fear at the injustice that he was going to commit.
Finally he found a way to ignore Me and had Me taken to Herod.
In Pilate are faithfully represented the souls who
feel the movement of grace and at the same time their own passion, who are
dominated by human respect and blinded by self love, and who allow the grace to
pass for fear of being mocked.
I did not
answer any of Pilate’s questions. But when he asked: “Are You the King of the
Jews?”, then with seriousness and
integrity, I answered: “You have said so, I am the King, but My kingdom is not
of this world…” With these words I wanted to teach many souls how, when they
are presented with the opportunity to endure suffering or a humiliation that
could easily be avoided, they should answer with generosity: “My kingdom is not
of this world…”. That is, I am not searching to be praised by men. My Home is
not this one, yet I will rest where it really is. Now, be encouraged to fulfill
My duty without taking into account the opinion of the world. What matters is
not their esteem but to follow the voice of grace that drowns the lures of
nature. If I am not able to conquer alone, I will ask for strength and counsel
since, on many occasions, passions and excessive pride blind the soul and impel
it to act wrongly.
The executioners who destroy My Body are not ten nor
twenty. There are many hands that hurt My Body; receiving Communion in the
hands - the sacrilegious work of Satan!
How can they contemplate Me in this sea of pain and
bitterness without their hearts being moved with compassion? But it is not the
executioners who have to console but you, chosen souls, so that My pain may be
alleviated. Contemplate My wounds and see if there is anyone who has suffered
as much as I, to show you their love.
In the Will of Father I have lived days of intense
sadness without complaining but accepting what the Father wanted to make Me
feel. When I was apprehended in the Garden, My accusers were quick with every
lie and I, without the least resistance, allowed them to take Me to wherever
they wanted to. And when they wanted to encircle My Head with the crown of
thorns, I bowed My Head without resistance, because I took everything from the
hands of He who had sent Me into the world.
When the arms of those cruel men were exhausted by
the force of discharging blows against My Body, they placed over My head the
crown woven with branches of thorns, and parading before Me they said: “So you
are King? We salute you!”
Some spat at Me; others insulted Me; others
discharged new blows against My head, each one adding a new pain to My Body, so
hurt and destroyed.
I am tired; I have nowhere to rest. Lend Me your
heart and your arms to cover Myself in your love. I am cold and feverish;
embrace Me for an instant before they continue destroying this temple of Love.
The soldiers and executioners, with their dirty
hands, push My Body, and others with disgust for My Blood, push Me with their
lances and reopen My flesh. With a shove they seat Me on sharp stones; I cry in
silence because of the pain. In a grotesque way, they make fun of My tears.
Finally they tear My temples, forcing down the crown woven of thorny branches.
Consider how with that crown, I wanted to make
reparation for the sin of pride of so many souls who, wishing to be excessively
praised, let themselves be influenced by the false opinions of the world. Above
all, I allowed them to crown My Head with thorns. My Head suffered cruelly this
way in order to make reparation through voluntary humility for the loathing and
proud pretense of so many souls. Souls who because they judge it unworthy of
their condition and status, refuse to follow the path set by My Providence.
No path is humiliating when it is planned by the
Will of God… In vain you intend to fool yourselves, thinking of following the
Will of God and in full submission of whatever He asks of you.
There are people in the world who, when the moment
of decision arrives (to undertake a new type of life), reflect and examine the
desires of their hearts. Maybe they will find, in him or her with whom they
plan to unite, the solid foundations for a Christian and pious life. Perhaps
they will see that they will follow their family duties in a way necessary to
satisfy their wishes of happiness. But vanity and pride come to obscure their
spirit and they let themselves be pulled by the desire of being prominent and
showing off. Then they do their best to look for someone, who being richer or
of high class, to satisfy their ambition. O! How stubbornly they blind
themselves. No, I will tell them, you will not find real happiness in this
world and I hope that you will find it in the next. Watch out, you are putting
yourself in great danger!
I will also talk to the souls to whom I call to the
path of perfection. How many illusions are in those who tell Me that they are
ready to do My Will and then they pierce My Head with the thorns of My Crown.
Respectively, there are souls whom I want for
Myself. Knowing them and loving them, I want to place them where I live, in My
infinite wisdom, where they will find all that is necessary to reach sanctity.
It is there where I will make Myself known to them, and where they will give Me
more comfort, more love, and more souls.
But, so many deceptions! So many souls are blinded
with pride and arrogance for mere ambition. They fill their heads with vain and
useless thoughts; they refuse to follow the path that lays out My Love.
Souls whom I have chosen, do you think that you
fulfill My Will by resisting the voice of the grace that calls you and guides
you along that path which your pride rejects?
My daughter, love of My sorrows, console Me. Make a
throne in your small heart for your King and Savior and crown Me with kisses.
Crowned with thorns and covered with a purple
mantle, the soldiers presented Me again to Pilate. Not finding in Me a crime
for which to punish Me, Pilate asked Me several questions, asking Me why I did
not answer him knowing that he had all power over Me.
Then, breaking My silence I told him: ”You would not
have that power if you had not received it from above, but it is necessary that
the Scriptures be carried out.” And, abandoning Myself to My Celestial Father,
I was silent again.
Pilate was looking for ways to free Me. He was
worried because of his wife’s warning and confused between the guilt of his
conscience and the fear that the people would initiate a riot against him. In
the pitiable state in which I found Myself, he exposed Me to the sight of the
mob proposing that he give Me liberty and condemn Barabbas, a famous thief and
murderer, in My place. The people answered in one voice: “Let him die and have
Barabbas set free!”
Souls who love Me, see how they have compared Me to
a criminal, how they have lowered Me more than the most perverse of men. Listen
to the furious shouts projected against Me. See with what fury they ask for My
death. Did I refuse to go through such shameful confrontation? No, on the
contrary, I embraced it for My Love of souls and to show them that this Love
did not only take Me to death, but to the most ignominious death…
However, do not believe that My human nature did not
feel revulsion nor pain. On the contrary, I wanted to feel all its revulsion,
and be subject to its same condition, giving you an example that will give you
strength in every circumstance in life and teach you to conquer the revulsion
to what you are offered when it is a question of fulfilling the Divine Will.
I return to the souls I was talking about yesterday…
those souls called to the state of perfection, who discuss with grace and
retreat when faced with the humility of the path that I show them, fearing how
they will be judged by the world or as they assess their capabilities, convince
themselves that they will be more useful somewhere else to My service and for
My Glory.
I will respond to those souls: Tell Me, did I refuse
or even hesitate when I saw Myself being born at night to poor and humble
parents in a stable, far from My Home and Country in the harshest season of the
year?
Afterwards I lived thirty years fulfilling the
hidden and gloomy occupation in the workshop: I went through humiliations and
scorns from the people who requested work done by Joseph, My father. I did not
detest helping My Mother in the most menial of tasks in the house. Nonetheless,
did I not have more talent than that required for the rough work of a
carpenter? I, who at the age of twelve, taught Doctors in the Temple… But it
was the Will of My Celestial Father and, thus, I glorified Him. When I left
Nazareth and started My public life, I could have had Myself known as the
Messiah and Son of God, so that men would listen to My teachings with
veneration, but I did not do it because My only wish was to do My Father’s
Will…
And when the time of My Passion came, through the
cruelty of some and the insults of others, the abandonment of My own and the
ingratitude of the mob, through the unspeakable martyrdom of My Body and the
revulsion of My soul, see how with
greater love, I was still revealing and embracing the Will of My
Celestial Father.
Thus when overcoming difficulties and revulsion, the
soul generously submits itself to the Will of God. There comes a moment in
which, intimately united to Him, the soul enjoys the most indescribable
sweetness.
What I have said to the souls who loathe the humble
and hidden life, I repeat to those who are called to a constant contact with
the world when, on the contrary, their preference would be toward complete
solitude and humble and hidden work.
Chosen souls, your happiness and perfection does not
consist in following the taste of your preference and inclinations of nature,
in being known or unknown by creatures, in using or hiding the talent you have,
but rather in uniting and conforming yourselves through love and with total
submission to God’s Will, to that which is asked of you for His Glory and your
own sanctification.
Enough for today, My little daughter, love and
embrace My Will joyfully; you know that it is always done for love.
Meditate for a moment upon the unspeakable martyrdom
of My Heart, upon seeing it put behind Barabbas. How I remembered then My
Mother’s tenderness when she embraced Me against her Heart! And how vivid were
the anxieties and fatigue that My adoptive father suffered to show Me his love.
How I remembered the benefits I so freely poured over thankless people: giving
sight to the blind, giving the sick their health, the use of their limbs to
those who had lost them, feeding the crowds, and resurrecting the dead. Now to
see Myself reduced to the most despicable state! I am the most hated of men,
and I am being condemned to death like an infamous thief.
Pilate has pronounced sentence. My little children,
consider attentively how My Heart suffered…
After Judas surrendered Me in the Garden of Olives,
he wandered off and ran away as a fugitive without being able to silence the
shouts of his conscience, which accused him of the most horrible sacrilege.
When the news of My death sentence reached his ears, he gave in to the most
terrible despair and hung himself.
Who will be able to understand the intense pain in
My Heart when I saw that soul throw himself to eternal damnation? He who had spent three years in the School
of My Love learning My doctrine, receiving My teaching, and many times hearing
My lips forgive the greatest sinners.
Judas! Why do you not come and throw yourself at My
feet so that I may forgive you? If you do not dare to come near Me for fear of
those who surround Me and treat Me so badly, at least look at Me and you will
see how soon My eyes will look at you.
Souls, who are entangled in the greatest sins… If at
times you have lived wandering as fugitives because of your crimes, if the sins
of which you are guilty have blinded you and hardened your hearts, if by
pursuing some passion you have fallen into greater disorder, do not allow
desperation to take possession of you when the accomplices of your sin abandon
you and your soul realizes its blame. As long as man has an instant of life, he
still has time to appeal to My Mercy and implore forgiveness.
If you are young and the scandals of your past life
have left you in a state of degradation before men, do not be afraid! Even when
the world may despise you, treat you as evil people, insult you, and abandon
you, be certain that your God does not want your soul to be fodder for the
flames of hell. He wants you to dare to speak to Him, to direct your gaze and
sighs of your heart at Him, and you will soon see that His kind and paternal
hand leads you to the source of forgiveness and of life.
If out of malice you have perhaps spent a greater
part of your life in disorder and indifference, and now near eternity,
desperation wants to blindfold your eyes, do not let it deceive you. There is
still time for forgiveness. Listen carefully: if you have but a second of life,
take advantage of it because you could gain eternal life during that second.
If your existence has passed away in ignorance and
in error, if you have been the cause of great harm to men, to society, and even
to religion, and for any reason you perceive your mistake, do not allow
yourself to be brought down by the weight of faults nor by the harm for which
you have been an instrument. But, on the contrary, allow your soul to be
penetrated with the deepest sorrow, plunge yourself in trust and turn to the
One who is always waiting to forgive you.
The same is true for a soul who has spent the first
years of its life in faithful observance of My Commandments, but has little by
little fallen from fervor into a lukewarm and comfortable life…
Do not hide anything that I tell you, for it is all
for the benefit of the whole of humanity. Repeat it in broad daylight; preach
it to those who truly want to hear it.
The soul who
one day receives a strong jolt that wakes it up, all of a sudden sees its
useless life, empty and without merits for eternity. The Evil One, with
infernal jealousy, attacks it in a thousand ways, exaggerating its faults. He
inspires in it sadness and loss of heart, and finally drives it to fear and
despair.
Soul that belongs to Me, do not pay attention to the
cruel enemy. As soon as you feel the movement of grace at the beginning of your
battle, come to My Heart. Feel and watch how it pours a drop of its Blood over
your soul, and come to Me. You know where I am, under the veil of faith…. Lift
it and, with complete confidence, tell Me all your sorrows, your miseries, your
falls… Listen to My words with respect and do not fear for the past. My Heart
has submerged it in the endless depths of My Mercy and My Love.
Your past life will give you the humility that will
fill you. And if you want to give Me the best proof of love, trust Me and count
on My forgiveness. Believe that your sins shall never be greater than My
endless Mercy.
Let us continue, My little daughter. Follow Me on
the way to Calvary, overwhelmed under the weight of the Cross….
While My
Heart was absorbed with sadness for the eternal loss of Judas, the cruel
executioners, insensitive to My pain, put over My wounded shoulders the hard
and heavy Cross on which I was to consummate the mystery of the Redemption of
the world.
Contemplate Me, Angels from Heaven. See the Creator
of all the marvels; the God to whom all the heavenly spirits render adoration;
the God walking towards Calvary and carrying on His shoulders the holy and
blessed log; the God who is going to receive His last breath.
Also look at Me, you souls who wish to be My faithful
imitators. My Body, destroyed by so much torture, walks without strength,
bathed in sweat and Blood…. I suffer, without anyone being sorry for My pain!
The mob walks with Me and there is not a single person who feels pity for Me.
They all surround Me like hungry wolves, wanting to devour their prey… All the
demons came out of hell to make My suffering worse.
The fatigue that I feel is so great and the Cross so
heavy that half-way through, I fall. See how those inhuman men lift Me up in
the most brutal manner. One takes Me by the arm, another pulls My clothes that
are stuck to My wounds, tearing them open again…. This one grabs Me by the
neck, the other by the hair, others discharge with their fists and even with
their feet terrible blows all over My Body. The Cross falls over Me and with
its weight causes new wounds. My face brushes over the stones on the path and
the blood which runs down My face sticks to My eyes that are almost closed
because of the blows they have received; the dust and the mud mingle with the
blood and I am turned into the most repugnant object.
My Father sends Angels to help Me support Myself so
that My Body does not lose consciousness when it falls, so that the battle may
not be won before its time and all My souls are lost.
I walk over the stones that destroy My feet. I
stumble and fall time and time again. I look at both sides of the road,
searching for a small look of love, of surrender, of union with My pain, but… I
do not see anyone.
My children, you who follow in My footsteps, do not
let go of your cross even if it seems so heavy. Do it for Me. In carrying your
cross, you will help Me carry Mine, and on the difficult path, you will find My
Mother and the holy souls who will give you support and comfort. Continue with
Me for a few moments, and a few steps ahead you will see Me in the presence of
My Holy Mother who, with her Heart pierced by pain, comes out to meet Me for
two reasons: to get more strength to suffer at the sight of her God and, with
her heroic attitude, to give her Son encouragement to continue His work of
Redemption.
Consider the martyrdom of these two Hearts. What My
Mother loves most is her Son…. She cannot ease My pains and she knows that her
visit will make My sufferings much worse, but it will also increase My strength
to fulfill the Will of the Father.
My Mother is My most beloved being on earth, and not
only can I not console her, but the sad state in which she sees Me causes her
heart a suffering as deep as Mine. She allows a sob to escape. She receives in her
heart the death that I suffer in My Body. O, how her eyes are fixed on Me and
Mine on her! We do not utter a single word, but our Hearts say many things in
this painful gaze.
Yes, My Mother witnessed all the tortures of My
Passion, which through Divine revelation were presented to her spirit. Several
disciples, even though they remained far for fear of the Jews, tried to find
out everything and would inform My Mother…. When she found out that the death
sentence had already been given, she departed to meet Me and did not abandon Me
until they placed Me in the grave.
I am on My way to Calvary. Those wicked men, fearing
to see Me die before reaching the end, look for someone to help Me carry the
Cross, and from the vicinity they seized a man called Simon.
Look at him behind Me, helping Me carry the Cross,
and above all consider two things: this man lacks good will, and is a mercenary
because if he comes and shares with Me the weight of the Cross, it is because
he has been requisitioned. For that reason, when he feels too tired, he lets
the weight fall more on Me and thus, I fall to the ground twice.
This man helps Me carry part of the Cross but not My
entire Cross.
There are souls that walk this way behind Me. They
accept to help Me carry My Cross but they still worry about comfort and rest.
Many others agree to follow Me and, with this end, they have embraced the
perfect life. But they do not abandon their self-interests, which keep on
being, in many cases, their priority. That is why they falter and drop My Cross
when it weighs upon them too much. They look to suffer in the least possible
way, they measure their self-denial, evade humiliation and fatigue as much as
possible, and, remembering perhaps with sorrow, those whom they left behind,
they try to obtain for themselves certain comforts and pleasures.
In a word, there are souls who are so selfish and
egotistical that they have come, more for themselves than for Me, in pursuit of
Me. They resign themselves only to give what bothers them and what they cannot
put aside… They help Me carry only a very small part of My Cross, and in such a
manner that they can hardly acquire the indispensable merits for their
salvation. But in eternity, they will see how far they have left the path that
they should have traveled.
On the contrary, there are souls, and not few, who,
moved by their desire for salvation but mainly for the love inspired by the
vision of what I have suffered for them, decide to follow Me on the path to
Calvary. They embrace the perfect life and give themselves to My service, not
to help Me carry just a part of the Cross but all of it. Their only desire is
to give Me rest and to console Me. They offer themselves to everything that My
Will asks of them, searching for anything that can please Me. They do not think
about the merits or the reward that awaits them, nor the tiredness or the
suffering that will follow. The only thing they are aware of is the love that
they can show Me, and the comfort they give Me…
If My Cross is presented as an illness, if it is
hidden under a job contrary to their inclinations and of little agreement with
their abilities; if it comes accompanied by the absence of the people that
surround them, they accepted it with total submission.
O! These are the souls that truly carry My Cross;
they adore it. They take advantage of it, to make sure of My Glory without any
other interest or payment other than My Love. They are the ones that consider
Me and Glorify Me.
If you do not see the product of your sufferings, of
your self-denial, or if you see it later, be certain that they have not been in
vain and fruitless, but, on the contrary, the fruit shall be abundant.
The soul who truly loves, does not keep count of how
much it has suffered or worked, nor does it expect this or that reward, but it
only searches for that which it believes glorifies its God… For Him it spares
neither labors nor weariness. It does not become agitated nor restless, far
from it, for it does not lose its peace if it finds itself thwarted or
humiliated because the only motive for its actions is love, and love abandons
the consequences and the results. This is the goal for the souls who do not
seek rewards. The only thing that they hope for is My Glory, My comfort, My
rest, and, for that reason they have taken My Cross and all the weight that My
Will wants to load upon them.
My children, call Me by My name, for Jesus means
everything. I will wash your feet, those feet that have stepped on a slippery
path and are now wounded by the blows against the rocks. I will wipe away your
tears, cure you, kiss you, and you will remain healthy and know no other path
but the one that leads you to Me.
We are now at Calvary! The mob is excited because
the terrible moment is near…. Exhausted by fatigue, I can hardly walk. My feet
bleed because of the stones on the way… Three times I have fallen along the
way: one to give sinners used to sinning the strength to convert; another to
encourage the souls that fall because of being frail, and the souls blinded by
sadness and restlessness, to get up and embark with courage upon the path of
virtue; and the third, to help souls depart from sin at the hour of their
death.
Look with what cruelty these hardened men surround
Me. Some pull the Cross and lay it on the ground; others tear off My clothes
that adhere to the wounds that open again and blood oozes out.
Look, beloved children, at how much shame and
confusion I suffer seeing Myself this way before that immense mob…. What pain
for My soul!
The executioners tear off My tunic and toss lots for
it; this tunic with which My Mother covered Me with so much care during My
childhood, and had grown in size as I had. What would be My Mother’s sorrow as
she contemplates this scene?
How she would have desired to keep that tunic, now
stained and soaked with My Blood.
But the hour has arrived and the executioners
stretching Me on the Cross, take and pull My arms to make them reach the holes
prepared in it. All My Body is breaking, it swings from side to side and the
thorns of the crown penetrate even deeper into My head. Listen to the first
blow of the hammer that nails My right hand… it resounds to the depths of the
earth. Listen some more… they are nailing My left hand and, at the presence of
such a spectacle, the heavens tremble, and the Angels prostrate themselves. I
keep the most profound silence. Neither a complaint, nor a moan escapes My
lips, but My tears mingle with the Blood that covers My face.
After they have nailed My hands, they cruelly pull
My feet… My wounds open, the nerves in My hands and arms tear, the bones are
dislocated… The pain is intense!
My feet are nailed and My Blood soaks the earth!…
Contemplate for a moment these bloodstained hands
and feet… This naked body, covered with wounds, with urine, and blood. Dirty…
This head punctured by sharp thorns, soaked in sweat, full of dust, and covered
in Blood…
Admire the silence, the patience, and the conformity
with which I accept this suffering. Who suffers like this, a victim of such
humiliation? He is the Son of God! He who made the heavens, the earth, the
seas, and all that exists… The One who created man, the One who sustains all
with His infinite power… He is there immobile, despised, stripped, and followed
by a multitude of souls that will abandon: worldly possessions, family,
country, honors, well-being, glory, and whatever may be necessary to give Him
Glory and show Him the love owed Him…
Be attentive, Heavenly Angels, and you too, souls
who love Me… The soldiers are going to turn the cross around, to rivet the
nails so that they do not come out from the weight of My Body and may allow Me
to fall. My Body is going to give the earth the kiss of peace. And while the
hammering rings out through space, at the top of Calvary the most admirable
spectacle is fulfilled… At the request of My Mother who, contemplating all that
was happening and being unable to give Me relief, implores the Mercy of My
Heavenly Father… Legions of Angels come down to adore My Body, and to sustain
it so as not to touch the earth and, to avoid its being crushed by the weight
of the Cross.
Contemplate your Jesus, hanging on the Cross,
without being able to make the slightest movement… naked, without fame, without
honor, without liberty… They have snatched everything from Him! There is no one
who takes pity and feels sorry for His pain! He only receives tortures,
ridicule, and mockery!
If you truly love Me, will you be ready to be like
Me? What will you refuse in order to obey Me, to please Me, to console Me?…
Prostrate yourself to the ground and let Me tell you
a few words:
May My Will triumph in you!
May My Love destroy you!
May your misery glorify Me!
My daughter, you have heard and seen My sufferings,
accompany Me till the end and share My pain.
My Cross is now raised. Here is the hour of the
Redemption of the world!
I am the spectacle of jeers for the mob… but I am
also admired and loved by the souls. This Cross, up to now an instrument of
torture where criminals expired, is going to be, from now on, the light and
peace of the world.
Sinners
will find forgiveness and life in My Holy Scriptures. My Blood will wash and
erase the stains of their sins. The pure souls will come to My Sacred Wounds to
refresh themselves and to burn in My Love. In them they will take refuge and
will make their dwelling forever.
Father,
forgive them for they know not what they do, they have not known the One who is
their life… They have unleashed onto Him all the fury of their iniquities. But
I beg of You, O My Father! Release onto them the power of Your Mercy.
Today you will
be with Me in Paradise, because your faith in the Mercy of your Savior has
erased your crimes. Mercy leads you to eternal life.
Woman, there
is your Son! Mother of Mine, there are My brothers! Guard them, love them… they
are not alone.
O, you, for whom I have given My life, you now have
a Mother to whom you can appeal for all your needs. I have united all of you
with the tightest bonds when I gave you My own Mother.
The soul now has a right to say to its God “Why have you forsaken me?” In effect,
after I fulfilled the mystery of Redemption, man has become God’s son again,
brother of Jesus, and inheritor of eternal life…
O Father of Mine…. I am thirsty for Your Glory … and the hour has arrived. From now
on, fulfilling My words, the world will know that You are the One who sent Me,
and You will be glorified!
I am thirsty for Your Glory, thirsty for souls…. And
to quench this thirst, I have poured out My Blood unto the last drop! For this
reason I can say: All is fulfilled. The great mystery of Love has now been fulfilled;
the mystery for which God surrendered to the world His own Son in order to give
Life back to man… I came to earth to do Your Will, O My Father. It is now
fulfilled!
To Thee I give My soul. In this way the souls who
accomplish My Will can say in truthfulness: “All is consummated…” My Lord and My God, receive My soul… I
place it in Your beloved hands.
I offered My death to My Father for the dying souls,
and they will have Life. In the last cry I gave from the Cross, I embraced all
of humanity: past, present, and future. The piercing spasm with which I
released Myself from earth, was received by My Father with infinite Love, and
all of Heaven exulted for it because My Humanity was entering into Glory. At
the same instant in which I surrendered My Spirit, a multitude of souls met Me:
those who desired Me centuries ago and those who desired Me a few months or
days ago, but all of them desired Me intensely. This single joy was enough for
all the hardships suffered by Me.
You should know that in memory of that joyful
meeting, I have decided to assist the dying and many times do so even visibly.
I give them salvation to honor those who lovingly received Me in Heaven. So
pray for these dying people, because I love them very much. As many times as
you offer the last cry that I gave to the Father, you will be heard because
through it, many souls are given to Me.
It was a
moment of joy when all the Heavenly Court, who had vibrantly gathered together
to await My death, was presented to Me. But among all the souls who surrounded
Me, one was particularly overwhelmed, overwhelmed so much, that it sparkled in
joy, in love… It was Joseph who, more then anyone else, understood the Glory I
had acquired after such hard battles. He led
all the souls who were waiting for Me; he was granted to be My first Ambassador
to Limbo. The Angels, in their order, rendered Me honor in such a way that My
Humanity, already resplendent, was surrounded by innumerable Saints who exalted
and adored Me.
My children, there are no glorious crosses on earth;
they are all wrapped in mystery, in darkness, in exasperation. In mystery,
because you do not understand it; in darkness, because it confuses the mind;
and in exasperation, because it strikes exactly in places where it does not
want to strike.
Do not lament; do not delay. I tell you that not
only did I carry the wooden cross that led Me to Glory, but, above all, that
invisible but permanent Cross that was formed by the crosses of your sins. Yes,
and of your sufferings. Everything that you suffer was the object of My
sorrows, for I not only suffered to give you Redemption, but also for what you
should suffer today. Look at the love that unites Me to you; in it have the confirmation
of My Holy Will and unite yourselves to Me, observing how I acted among
limitless bitterness.
I have taken as a symbol a piece of wood, a cross. I
have carried it with great love, for the good of all. I have suffered real
affliction so that everyone could be joyful with Me. But today, how many
believe in Him who truly loved you and loves you? Contemplate Me in the image
of the Christ who cries and bleeds. There and in this way the world has Me.
Holy Friday was followed by the glorious dawn of the
Sunday of the Resurrection. If I have decided not to destroy the world, it
means that I want to renew it and rejuvenate it. The old trees need to lose
their leaves and be pruned so that they can give new sprouts. And the old branches,
the dry leaves, are to be burned.
Separate the young goats from the lambs, so that
they can find ready and well prepared fertile pastures where they can appease
their taste and drink from the clean fountains of water of Salvation… It is My
redeeming Blood that waters the arid lands that have become the deserts of the
world of souls. And this Blood will always run over the earth as long as there
is one man to save.
Beloved spouse, I desire what you do not want, but I
can do what you could not obtain. Your mission is to have Me loved by souls,
and to teach them to live with Me. I have not died on the Cross, and gone
through a thousand tortures to populate Hell with souls, but rather, to
populate Heaven with chosen ones.
:I see My Son, trembling in the shadows of
Gethsemane, coming down from Heaven and taking the shape and substance of My
creature, who thought and still thinks he can rebel against his Creator. The
man, that lonely and confused man, is the designated victim, and as such, with His
own Blood, has had to cleanse all of humanity which He represents. He trembles
and is horrified at feeling Himself covered, even seeing Himself dominated, by
the inconceivable mass of sins that had to be taken from the darkened
consciences of millions and millions of dirty creatures.
Poor Son of Mine, Love has taken You to this and now
you are frightened by it. Who should Glorify You in Heaven when, radiantly, you
come back to it? Can any creature give You praise worthy of You, love worthy of
You? And what is the praise and love of man, of millions of men, in comparison
with the Love in which You have accepted the most tremendous of tests that
could ever exist on earth? No, My beloved Son, nobody but Your Father could
equal You in Love, nobody but I, who in My Spirit of Love, can praise and Love
You for Your sacrifice that night.
You have reached, beloved Son of Mine in whom I rest
all My benevolence, the spasm of death by surviving the very bitter agony in
the Garden. You have reached, in the
sphere of Your humanity real and whole, the height of the great passion that a
human heart can have: to suffer for the offences done to Me, but to suffer for
them with the purest and intense Love that there is in You. Trembling, You have
reached the limit through which humanity should reach complete Redemption. You,
beloved Son, have conquered with a bloody sweat, not only Your brothers’ souls,
but even more, Your own personal Glory that should elevate You, man, equal with
Me, God like You.
You have drawn in Me the most perfect Justice, and
the most perfect Love. At that time they represented the scum of the world, and
You became it through Your voluntary and free acceptance. You are now, among
all, My honor, glory, and joy. You were
not My offender, not You. You have always been My Beloved Son, in whom I have
placed My pleasures. You were not the scum because even then I saw You as You
have always been: My Light, My Word, that is, Myself. Son, You, who trembled
and succumbed for My honor, deserved that your Father make You known to the
world, to that blind world, which offends Us and even then is so loved by Us!
O, Beloved Son, I see You and will always see You in
that night of Your bitterness, and I have You always in mind! Because of Your love I am reconciled to the
creatures and with the creatures. You could not raise Your face to Me; it was
so covered with their faults. Now, to please You, I make them raise their faces
to Us so that by a glimpse of Your Light, they remain captives of Our Love.
Now, My Son, always so beloved, I will do what I told You then
in the shadow of Gethsemane, and they will be great things to give You joy and
honor.
Many prophets spoke about me: they prophesied that
it was necessary for me to suffer to become worthy of being the Mother of
God. On earth they anticipated
knowledge of me but it had to be in a very guarded way. Later the Evangelists
talked about me, especially Luke, my beloved physician - more of souls than of
bodies. Afterwards some devotions were started that had as a basis the sorrows
and pains I suffered. And thus it is commonly believed and thought that I
experienced seven main sorrows.
My children, your Mother has rewarded and will
reward the efforts and love that you have had for me. But as Jesus did, I want
to talk to you more extensively about my sorrows. Then, you will talk to your
brethren about them, and at last everyone will imitate Me. Because of what I
suffered, I am continuously praising Jesus and seek nothing but only that He be
glorified in me.
See, little children, it is sad to talk about these
things to my own children, because every mother keeps her sorrows to herself.
And this I dutifully did in the course of my mortal life; therefore, my wish as a mother has been respected by
God. Now that I am here, where the smile is eternal, and having, as all
mothers, already concealed the sorrows that I experienced, I should talk about
them so that as my children you may know something about my life.
I know the fruits that you will gain from it and how
they please Jesus, My beloved Son. I will talk about them as soon as you can
understand me.
My Jesus said, “Whoever is first, make yourself
last”, and He truly did it because He is the first in the House of God, but He
came down to the last step. Now, because of love, I will not take away from Him
this first and last place that belongs to Him. Rather, I strive to make you
understand this truth, and my joy will be greater when you are convinced, not
through the path of simple knowledge but through means of a deep-rooted and
profound conviction. May He be first
and we the last.
If He was the first, there should be a second one in
the ladder of love and glory and; therefore, of lowliness and humiliation. You have now understood: that being should
be me. Little children, praise God who having created an enormous distance
between Jesus and me, still wanted to
place me immediately next to Him.
My children, what appears to the world is not what
is most important before God. Having been chosen Mother of God implied for me
grave sacrifices and resignations, and the first one was this: knowing through
Gabriel the election made in the intimacy of God. I had wanted to remain in a
state of humble knowledge and concealment in God. I wanted this more than
anything else because it was my delight to know myself as last in everything.
Upon knowing the choice of God, I answered, as you
know, but it was difficult to rise up to the dignity for which I was called.
Little children, do you understand my first sorrow
of which I speak? Reflect on it, give
your Mother the great delight of esteeming that humbleness which I so much
esteemed above my virginity. Yes, I was and am the slave to whom anything can be
asked of, and I accepted only because my surrender was the same degree as my
love.
You enjoyed, O God, elevating me to You, and I
enjoyed accepting because my obedience was pleasing to You. But You know how
sorrowful it was for me, and that same sorrow is now before You in need of
light for these children, whom You love and whom I love. I am the slave, O
Children of mine, and as it was done unto me, let it now, without doubt, be
done to you all that God wants!
The acceptance gave God the answer that will give
men access to the Redemption, and in this was verified that admirable phrase:
“Here is a Virgin who shall conceive and give birth to a Son who shall be
called Emmanuel.”
The acceptance to become the Mother of Emmanuel,
involved my gift to the Son of God in such a way that His Mother would bestow
herself to Him, before the Humanity of Jesus would form in me. That is why my
gift was the result of the Grace, and also the reason for the Grace. And the
precedence should be recognized that God is the foremost reason; nevertheless,
it should be affirmed that my acceptance acted in the plan of Grace as an
accompanying reason.
They call me Co-Redemptrix for the sorrows I have
suffered; but I was so, even before, because of the gift I had made through
Gabriel. O, my divine Son! How much honor you have wanted to give your Mother
in compensation for the great sorrow I suffered in rising to the dignity of
your Mother!
You, little children, are blind in the world, but
when you see, wonderful things will become incentives for your joy for me. You
will see what unity of glory and humility there is here where my Jesus is the
sun that is never hidden. You will see how wise a design was carried out
through my renouncement, to the lowliness of hiding.
But now, hear me. As my maternity was advancing, I
had to talk to some of my loved ones about the honor I had received and I did
so concealing as much as I could. I lamented the renounced triumph of the
secret in God because God Himself should be glorified in me.
However, very soon I had the joy of knowing that I
was considered as a woman amongst many. My soul rejoiced because the Slave of
God, who wanted humiliations as only I could, was being trampled on before the
world. When Joseph hid, I did not
suffer, I truly rejoiced. Do not say
that I suffered then because that is not true.
That was how God satisfied my desire for
humiliations. This was the Lord’s compensation for becoming the Mother of God:
to be considered as a fallen woman. Daughter, learn the knowledge of love,
learn to esteem holy humility, and do not fear because it is a virtue that
shines with sparkling light.
When the marriage took place, I had no problems. I
knew how things would be and I feared nothing. Indeed, God gives, to those who
give themselves entirely to Him, a perfect place in the most inconsistent
situations, as was mine: I was forced
by human obligation to marry a man, even when I knew that I could belong only
to God.
I suffered so many sorrows on earth! It is not easy being Mother of the Highest,
I assure you. But neither can it be called difficult that which is done for the
purest of ends and to be pleasing to God. Remember it!
Have you ever thought what it was that caused me the
most sorrow on that Holy Night in Bethlehem? You distract your mind with the
stable, with the manger, and with the poverty.
I, on the other hand, tell you that I spent that night in complete
ecstasy of my Son. And even though I
had to do what every mother does with her small child, I did not abandon my
ecstasy, my bliss. And so, the only
thing that caused me sorrow that night of love was seeing the affliction of my
poor Joseph on looking for a refuge, any place, for me. Conscious of what was to happen and Who
would come to earth, my beloved husband, on seeing that I was confused, became
anguished and I felt much sympathy for him. Later, we were filled with joy and
we forgot every worry.
We fled to Egypt and all that is possible has been
said about this, even though some center their imagination upon the fatigue of
the journey more than upon the fear of a mother who knew that she possessed the
greatest treasure in Heaven and Earth.
Later living in Nazareth, little Jesus was growing
up full of life and, at that time, He caused us few and minimum worries. Every
mother knows what it is like to wish for the health of her own child, and how a
very simple thing looks like a great dark cloud. My Boy went through all the
epidemics and childhood illnesses of those times. Like every mother, I could
not be immune to any of the anxieties that a mother’s heart goes through.
But one day the very dark cloud that darkened the
festive light of the Mother of God arrived. That cloud is called losing Jesus….
No poet or master of the spirit could imagine Mary when she knew that she had
lost her adored Son and had no news of Him until three days later… Little
children, do not be amazed at my words, I experienced the greatest confusion of
my life. You have not reflected enough on those words of mine: “Son, your
father and I have been looking for you for three days. Why have You done this
to us?” My God, now that I speak to these beloved children, I cannot stop
praising You. You who hid to make us feel the delight of finding You. O! In what other way could it be possible to
know the sweetness that a glass full of honey puts in the soul as when she
embraces her All?
You see, I also tell you about my joys; but not
without reason do I relate and join together the joys and sorrows. Draw
benefits, in the best way possible, from all that happened. God hides in order to be found. Some know
this truth, others thinking about that terrible sorrow of having lost Jesus, do
everything to find Him. You should not stay inert and overwhelmed.
Your Mother would like to save you from dealing with
so much that is still to be said.
First, there are things never announced and; therefore, not yet
appreciated. Secondly, by knowing them, you will have to join me in suffering
and painful considerations. Moreover, everything that my Jesus wants, has been
said without any opposition whatsoever.
Do you think that I spent our family life peacefully
in Nazareth? It was peaceful in virtue of the uniformity with the love of God.
But from the creatures, there was so much trouble!
Our unique way of living was noticed, and as a
result we were ridiculed publicly. I was considered excessive because of the
fact that when Jesus left the house, I could not contain My tears, and Jesus
went out frequently. Joseph was harassed as if he were a slave to Jesus and me.
What could the world understand? We left all the care to the One who lived
amongst us, adored in all His manifestations.
What a beloved Son that young Boy was; more handsome
than the sea, wiser than Solomon, and stronger than Samson. All the mothers would have taken Him away
from me; such was the charm that surrounded Him. The small minded covered me
with soothing judgments; however, they did not spare criticism toward the never
tiring father whom they thought was subject to his faithful but jealous wife.
Everyone was familiar with my wholeness, but they all thought it to be a common
and selfish passion.
This, my little children, is what is not known. This
happened between a world that could not see nor understand, and His purest
Mother. Jesus kept quiet, without encouraging me, because the Mother of God had
to go through the crucible, that is, as one woman amongst many from whom
opinions should not be spared.
Admire the Wisdom of God in these things and find
the Divine meaning, which joins the greatest of sublimity to the tests that are
more painful in relation with such sublimity, because every abyss calls upon
another abyss and every depth calls upon its depth.
The hour of separation has come, the hour for Jesus’
action. With it, the feared day of the departure from Nazareth arrived.
Jesus had spoken extensively to me of His mission
and of the fruits that it would give Him and everyone; He had made me love it
beforehand. It was necessary,
therefore, for us to separate, even if for a short time… He said goodbye,
kissed us, and went forward to His mission as teacher of humanity. But His
departure did not go unnoticed in the small village where Jesus was so loved.
There were gestures of affection, of blessings and,
since they did not know the good that Jesus was going to do, a loss was
foreseen by these people of small intellect but generous at heart.
And I, amongst so many manifestations, how did I
feel? A thousand affections rushed upon me, but He did not delay His departure
by a minute. My Jesus knew what awaited Him after His preaching. He had told me
so many times and so profusely of the treachery of the Pharisees and the
others. And now you see Him leaving, alone without me to fulfill His mandate;
without me who had made Him grow with the warmth of my heart; without me who
adored Him like no one would ever adore Him!
Later I followed Him. I found Him when he was
surrounded by so many people that it was not possible for me to see Him. And
He, truly the Son of God, gave His Mother a sublime answer as was His wisdom,
but it pierced this maternal heart from side to side. Yes I understood Him
completely, but that did not free me from sorrows. To the human relationship,
He countered the Divine in which I was included, it is true; nevertheless, the
remarks of the others hurt Me.
The initial blow was followed by the joy of seeing
His greatness, of seeing Him honored, venerated, and loved by the people; and
quickly this wound also healed.
I traveled the paths with Him, enthralled with His
knowledge, comforted with His teachings, and I never tired of loving and
admiring Him.
Then came His first friction with the Sanhedrin. The
miracle happened: the miracle that raised so much ado in the minds of the proud
Jewish priests. He was hated, persecuted, spied upon, and tempted. And I? I
knew everything and from then on, with open arms, I offered the holocaust of my
Son, His surrender, and His horrible and ignominious death into the hands of
the Father. I already knew about Judas; I knew the tree from which the wood
would be taken for my Son’s Cross.
You cannot imagine the intimate tragedy that I lived
together with my Jesus, in order for the Redemption to be fulfilled.
I had said before: Co-redemptrix. For this, the
usual sorrows were not enough. A more intimate union to His great suffering was
necessary, so that all men should be redeemed. So, as I went from town to town
with Him, I became more and more informed about the heartbroken cries that My
Son poured out during so many sleepless nights that He spent in prayer and
meditation. Before me every state of mind of His was revealed and truly my
Calvary and my Cross began then.
So many considerations increased my sorrows each day
that I was His Mother and yours! So
many sins, all the sins; so much sorrow, all the sorrows; so many thorns, all
the thorns; Jesus was not alone. He knew it, and felt it. He saw His Mother in continuous union with
Him. He was afflicted by it, more so, because my suffering was for Him the
greatest suffering.
My Son, my adored Son, if only these sons and
daughters knew what happened then between You and me!…
And the hour of the holocaust came after the
sweetness of the Paschal Supper. And after that, I had to rejoin the
people. I, who loved and adored Him in
a unique way, had to be far from Him. Do you understand, O my children?
I knew that Judas was taking his treacherous steps
and there was nothing I could do; and I knew that Jesus had sweated Blood in
the Garden and there was nothing I could do for Him. Then they arrested Him,
insulted Him, and wickedly condemned Him.
I cannot tell you everything. I shall only say that
my Heart was in turmoil with continuous anxiety; a seat of continuous
bitterness, uncertainties, a place of desolation, tired and disconsolate. And
all the souls that later would be lost? And all the simony and sacrilegious
interchanges?
O children of my sorrows! If today you were given
the graces of suffering for me, bless the One who gave them to you with fervor,
and sacrifice yourselves without doubt.
You think about my greatness, my beloved children.
It helps you to think about it; but listen to me: do not think about me, but
about Him. I would like to be forgotten, if it were possible! Give all your
compassion to Him, to my Jesus, to your Jesus, to Jesus, your love and mine.
Thus, little children, the sorrow of my Heart was a
continuous sword that pierced my soul, my life. I felt it, while Jesus did not. He comforted me with His
Resurrection, when my immense joy suddenly healed all the wounds that bled
within me. “My Son,“ I kept repeating. Why so much desolation? Your Mother is
near You. Is my love not enough? How
many times did I comfort You in Your afflictions? And now, can Your Mother not
give You some relief? O Father of my Jesus, I do not want anything more than
what You want. You know it; but see if so many afflictions can have some relief.
The Mother of Your Son asks this from You.
And now on Calvary I protested: “My God, return to
those eyes that I adore the light that you imprinted in them since the day that
You gave Him to me! Divine Father, see the horror of that holy face! Can you
not at least wipe away so much Blood? O Father of My Son, O Spouse my love, O
You Yourself, Word who wanted to have humanity from me! May the prayer of those
arms opened up to Heaven and on earth be the supplication of His and my
acceptance!
Look, O God, to what that One whom You love has been
reduced to! It is His Mother who asks You to alleviate so much sadness. After a
short time, I will be without Him. Thus my promise, which I offered from my
Heart when in the Temple, will be fulfilled entirely. Yes, I will remain alone,
but lighten His pain without attending to mine…
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