This
is the testimony that I must and want to give to the whole world, for
the greater Glory of God and for the salvation of all of those who want
to open their hearts to the Lord. It is also given so that many souls
consecrated to God will rekindle the fire of their love for Christ, some
of whom are the owners of the hands that have the power to bring Him to
our world so that He can become our nourishment. It is also given for
others so that they break lose of the “routine practice” of
receiving Him, and relive the amazement of their daily encounter with
Love. And it is given so that my lay brothers and sisters from the
entire world live the greatest Miracle with their hearts:
The celebration of the Eucharist.
It was the vigil of the Annunciation, and the members of our group had
gone to the Sacrament of Reconciliation. Some of the ladies of the
prayer group had not been able to do it, and so they left their
reconciliation for the next day before the Mass.
When I arrived at church the next day, a little bit late, the Archbishop
and priests were already coming out of the sacristy.
The Virgin Mary said with Her soft and feminine voice that
sweetens one's soul:
“Today
is a day of learning for you, and I want you to pay close attention
because of what you will witness today. Everything that you will
experience today, you will have to share with all of humanity.”
I was deeply moved without understanding why, but I tried to be very
attentive.
The first thing I noticed was a choir of very beautiful voices that was
singing as if it was far away. For moments the music came closer and,
then, it went further away like the sound of the wind.
The Archbishop started Mass and, when he reached the Penitential
Rite, the Blessed
Virgin said:
“From
the bottom of your heart, ask the Lord to forgive your faults that have
offended Him. In this way, you will be able to participate worthily in
this privilege of assisting at the Holy Mass.”
I
thought for a fraction of a second: “Surely I am in a state of grace
of God; I went to confession last night.”
She answered: “Do
you think that since last night you have not offended the Lord?
Let Me remind you of a few things. When you left to come here,
the girl who helps you approached to ask you for something and, as you
were late and in a hurry, you did not answer her in a very nice way.
There was a lack of charity on your part, and you say, you have not
offended God...?
“While
on the way here, a bus crossed over your lane and almost hit you. You
expressed yourself in a very non-advisable way against that poor man,
instead of saying your prayers and preparing yourself for Mass. You have
failed in charity and lost your peace and patience. And you say you have
not hurt the Lord?
“You
arrive at the last minute when the procession of the celebrants is
already coming out to celebrate the Mass...
and you are going to participate without previous
preparation...”
I
replied, “All right, my Mother, say no more to me. You do not have to
remind me of more things because I am going to die of
grief and shame.”
“Why
must you all arrive at the last moment? You should have arrived earlier
to be able to pray and ask the Lord to send His Holy Spirit that He may
grant you a spirit of peace and cleanse you of the spirit of the world,
your worries, your problems, and your distractions so as to enable you
to live this so sacred a moment. However, you arrive almost when the
celebration is about to commence, and you participate as if it is an
ordinary event, without any spiritual preparation. Why? This is the
greatest of Miracles. You are going to live the moment when the Most
High God gives His greatest gift, and you do not know how to appreciate
it.”
This
was enough. I felt so bad that I had more than enough
to ask for forgiveness from
God. It was not only for the offenses of that day, but also for all the
times that, like so many other people, I had waited for the priest to
finish his homily before entering the Church. It was also for the times
that I did not know or refused to understand what it meant to be there,
and for the times that perhaps my soul was full of more serious sins,
and I had dared to participate in the Holy Mass.
It
was a feast day, and the Gloria was to be recited. Our Lady said:
“Glorify and
bless with all your love the Holy Trinity, in your acknowledgement of
being one of Its creatures.”
How
different was that Gloria! Suddenly I saw myself in a far off place full
of light, before the Majestic Presence of the Throne of God. With so
much love I went on thanking Him, as I repeated: “For your immense
Glory we praise You, we bless You, we adore You, we give You glory, we
give You thanks, Lord, God, Heavenly King, God the Father Almighty.”
And I recalled the paternal face of the Father, full of kindness.
“Lord Jesus Christ, only Son of the Father, Lord God, Lamb of God, You
take away the sins of the world...” And Jesus was in front of me, with
that face full of tenderness and Mercy... “For You alone are the Holy
One, You alone are the Lord, You alone are the most High Jesus Christ,
with the Holy Spirit...”, the God of beautiful Love. He, Who at that
moment, caused my whole being to tremble...
And I asked: “Lord, deliver me from all evil spirits. My heart belongs
to You. My Lord, send me Your peace so that I can gain the finest
benefits from the Eucharist and that my life may produce the best
fruits. Holy Spirit of God, transform me, act within me, guide me. Oh
God, give me the gifts that I need to serve you better!”
The moment of the Liturgy
of the Word
arrived, and the Virgin Mary made me repeat: “Lord, today I
want to listen to Your Word and produce abundant fruit. May Your Holy
Spirit clean the interior of my heart so that Your Word grows and
develops in it, purifying my heart so that it may be well disposed.”
Our Lady said: “I
want you to be attentive to the readings and to all of the homily of the
priest. Remember that the Bible says that the Word of God does not
return without bearing fruit. If you are attentive, something from all
that you heard will remain in you. You should try to recall, all day
long, those Words that left an impression on you.
Sometimes it may be two verses, other times the reading of the
entire Gospel, or perhaps only one word. Savor them for the rest of the
day, and it will then become part of you, because that is the way to
change one's life, by allowing the Word of God to transform you.
“And
now, tell the Lord that you are here to listen, that you want Him to
speak to your heart today.”
Once
again I thanked God for giving me the opportunity to hear His Word. And
I asked Him for forgiveness for having had such a hard heart for so many
years, and for having taught my children that they had to go to Mass on
Sundays because it is commanded by the Church, and not for love and the
need to be filled with God.
I had attended so many Eucharistic Celebrations mostly out of obligation
and, because of this, I believed I was saved. But I did not live it and,
much less, did I pay attention to the readings or to the priest's
homily!
How much pain I felt for so many years of needless loss because of my
ignorance! How
superficial is our attendance at the Mass when we go only because
someone is getting married, or for a funeral Mass, or because we have to
be seen by society! How much ignorance about our Church and the
Sacraments! How
much waste in trying to instruct and enlighten ourselves about the
things of the world, which in a moment can disappear, leaving us with
nothing and, at the end of our life, not serve to extend a minute to our
existence!
However,
we know nothing of that which will give us a little of heaven on earth
and, afterwards, eternal life. And we call ourselves cultured men and
women!
A moment later the Offertory
arrived, and the Holy Virgin said: “Pray
like this: (and I repeated after Her) Lord,
I offer all that I am, all that I have, all that I can. I put everything
into Your Hands. Build it up, Lord, with the little thing that I am. By
the merits of Your Son, transform me, God Almighty. I petition You for
my family, for my benefactors, for each member of our Apostolate, for
all the people who fight against us, for those who commend themselves to
my poor prayers. Teach me to lay down my heart as if on the ground
before them so that their walk may be less severe. This is how the
saints prayed; this is how I want all of you to do it.”
Thus,
this is how Jesus asks us to pray, that we put our hearts as if on the
ground so that they do not feel its severity, but rather that we
alleviate the pain of their steps.
Suddenly some characters, whom I had not seen before, began to stand up.
It was as if from the side of each person present in the Cathedral,
another person emerged, and soon the Cathedral became full of young,
beautiful people. They were dressed in very white robes, and they
started to move into the central aisle and, then, went towards the
Altar.
Our Mother said:
“Observe.
They are the Guardian Angels of each one of the persons who are here.
This is the moment in which your guardian angel carries your offerings
and petitions before the Altar of the Lord.”
At that moment, I was completely astonished, because these beings had
such beautiful faces, so radiant as one is unable to imagine. Their
countenance was very beautiful with almost feminine faces; however, the
structure of their body, their hands, their height were masculine. Their
naked feet did not touch the floor, but rather they went as if gliding.
That procession was very beautiful.
Some of them were carrying something like a golden bowl with something
that shone a great deal with a golden-white light. The Virgin Mary said:
“They are the
Guardian Angels of the people who are offering this Holy Mass for many
intentions, those who are conscious of what this celebration means. They
have something to offer the Lord.”
“Offer
yourselves at this moment; offer your sorrows, your pains, your hopes,
your sadness, your joys, your petitions. Remember that the Mass has
infinite value. Therefore, be generous in offering and in asking.”
Behind the first Angels came others who had nothing in their hands; they
were coming empty handed. The Virgin Mary said:
“Those are the angels of
the people who are here but never offer anything. They have no interest
in living each liturgical moment of the Mass, and they have no gifts to
carry before the Altar of the Lord.”
At
the end of the procession came other angels who were rather sad, with
their hands joined in prayer but with their eyes downcast.
“These
are the Guardian Angels of the people who are here, but do not want to
be, that is to say, of the people who have been forced to come here, who
have come out of obligation, but without any desire to participate in
the Holy Mass. The angels go forth sadly because they have nothing to
carry to the
Altar, except for their own prayers.”
“Do
not sadden your Guardian Angel.
Ask for much, ask for the conversion of sinners, for peace in the
world, for your families, your neighbors, for those who ask for your
prayers. Ask, ask for much, but not only for yourselves, but for
everyone else.
“Remember
that the offering which most pleases the Lord is when you offer
yourselves as a holocaust so that Jesus, upon His descent, may transform
you by His own merits. What do you have to offer the Father by
yourselves? Nothingness and sin. But the offering of oneself united to
the merits of Jesus, that offering is pleasing to the Father.”
That
sight, that procession was so beautiful that it would be difficult to
compare it to another. All those celestial creatures bowing before the
Altar, some leaving their offerings on the floor, others prostrating
themselves on their knees with their foreheads almost touching the
floor. And as soon as they arrived at the Altar, they would disappear
from my sight.
The
final moment of the Preface arrived, and when the assembly
said, “Holy,
Holy, Holy”, suddenly everything that was behind the
celebrants disappeared. Behind the left side of the Archbishop,
thousands of Angels appeared in a diagonal line, small angels, big
angels, angels with immense wings, angels with small wings, angels
without wings. As the previous ones, all were dressed with tunics like
the white robes of the priests or altar boys.
Everyone knelt with their hands united in prayer, and bowed
their heads in reverence. Beautiful music was heard as if there were
many choirs with different voices, all singing in unison together with
the people: Holy, Holy, Holy...
The
moment of the
Consecration, the
moment of the most marvelous of Miracles had arrived. Behind the right
side of the Archbishop appeared a multitude of people also in a diagonal
line. They were dressed in the same tunic, but in pastel colors of:
rose, green, light blue, lilac, yellow, in short, in different and very
soft colors. Their faces were also brilliant, full of joy. They all
seemed to be the same age. You could note (I can't say why) that they
were people of different ages, but their faces looked the same, without
wrinkles, happy. They all knelt down as well at the singing of “Holy,
Holy, Holy Lord...”
Our
Lady said: “These
are all the Saints and the Blessed of Heaven, and among them are the
souls of your relatives who already enjoy the Presence of God.” Then
I saw Her, exactly to the right of the Archbishop, a step behind the
celebrant. She was suspended a little off the floor, kneeling on some
very fine, transparent but, at the same time, luminous fabric, as
crystalline water. The Holy Virgin, with hands joined, was looking
attentively and respectfully at the celebrant. She spoke to me from
there, but silently, directly to the heart, without looking at me:
“It
surprises you to see Me standing a little behind Monsignor
[the Archbishop], does
it not? This is how it should be... With all the love that My Son gives
Me, He has not given Me the dignity that He has given the priests of
being able to perform the daily Miracle with My hands as they do with
their priestly hands. Because of this, I feel a deep respect for priests
and for the miracle that God carries out through them, which compels Me
to kneel here behind them.”
My
God, how much dignity, how much grace the Lord pours over the priestly
souls, and neither we, nor perhaps some of them, are conscious of this.
Before
the Altar, there appeared some shadows of people in a gray color with
their hands raised.
The Holy Virgin said:
“These
are the blessed souls of Purgatory, who await your prayers to be
refreshed. Do not stop praying for them. They pray for you, but they
cannot pray for themselves. It is you who have to pray for them, in
order to help them depart so that they can be with God and enjoy Him
eternally.
“Now
you now see it; I am here all the time. People go on pilgrimages,
searching for the places where I have appeared. This is good, because of
all the graces that they will receive there. But during no apparition,
in no other
place, am I more present than during the Holy Mass. You will always find
Me at the foot of the Altar where the Eucharist is celebrated; at the
foot of the Tabernacle, I remain with the angels because I am always
with Him.”
To
see that beautiful countenance of the Mother at that moment of the words
“Holy, Holy, Holy...” as well as all the others with their radiant
faces, with hands joined, awaiting that miracle which repeats itself
continuously, was to be in Heaven itself. And
to think there are people who can, at that moment, be distracted in
conversation. It hurts me to tell you, many men, more than women, stand
with their arms crossed, as if paying homage to the Lord as one equal to
another.
The
Virgin Mary said:
“Tell all people that never is a
man more manly then when he bends his knees before God.”
The
celebrant said the words of the
Consecration. He
was a person of normal height, but suddenly, he began to grow, becoming
filled with light, a supernatural light between white and gold that
enveloped him and grew very strong around the face. And because of it, I
could not see his features. When he raised the Host, I saw his hands,
and on the back of his hands, he had some marks from which emanated a
great deal of light. It was Jesus! It was Him Who was wrapping His Body
around the celebrant, as if He were lovingly surrounding the hands of
the Archbishop. At that moment, the Host began to grow and became
enormous, and upon it the marvelous face of Jesus appeared looking at
His people.
By
instinct, I wanted to bow my head, and Our Lady said:
“Do
not look down. Look up to view and contemplate Him. Exchange your gaze
with His, and repeat the prayer of Fatima: Lord, I believe, I adore, I
trust, and I love You. I ask pardon for those who do not believe, do not
adore, do not trust, and do not love You. Forgiveness and Mercy... Now
tell Him how much you love Him, and pay your homage to the King of
Kings.”
I
told it to Him, and it seemed as if I was the only one He was looking at
from the enormous Host. But I learned that this was the way He gazed at
each person, with love to the fullest. Then I lowered my head until I
had my forehead on the floor, as did all the Angels and the Blessed from
Heaven. Perhaps for a fraction of a second, I wondered how Jesus was
taking on the body of the celebrant and, at the same time, He was inside
the Host. And as he lowered the Host, it returned to its normal size.
Tears ran down my cheeks; I was unable to let go of my astonishment.
Immediately,
the Archbishop said the words of the Consecration of the wine and, as
the words were being said, lightning appeared from the heavens and in
the background. The walls and ceiling of the church had disappeared. All
was dark, but for that brilliant light from the Altar.
Suddenly,
suspended in the air, I saw Jesus crucified. I saw Him from the head to
the lower part of the chest. The cross beam of the Cross was sustained
by some large, strong hands. From within this resplendent light, a small
light, like a very brilliant, very small dove, came forth and flew
swiftly all over the Church. It came to rest on the left shoulder of the
Archbishop, who continued to appear as Jesus because I could distinguish
His long hair, His luminous wounds, and His large body, but I could not
see His Face.
Above
was Jesus crucified, His head fallen upon His right shoulder. I was able
to contemplate His face, beaten arms and torn flesh. On the right side
of His chest, He had an injury, and blood was gushing out toward the
left side, and toward the right side, what looked like water, but it was
very brilliant. They were
more like jets of light coming forth towards the faithful, and moving to
the right and to the left. I was amazed at the amount of blood that was
flowing out toward the Chalice. I thought it would overflow and stain
the whole Altar, but not a single drop was spilled.
At
that moment, the Virgin Mary said:
“This
is the miracle of miracles. I have said to you before that the Lord is
not constrained by time and space. At the moment of the Consecration,
all the assembly is taken to the foot of Calvary, at the instant of the
crucifixion of Jesus.”
Can
anyone imagine that? Our eyes cannot see it, but we are all there at the
very moment that they are crucifying Jesus. And He is asking for
forgiveness to the Father, not only for those who killed Him, but also
for each one of our sins:
“Father,
forgive them, because they know not what they do.”
From
that day on, I do not care if the world thinks I am crazy, but I ask
everybody to kneel and try to live, with their heart and with all their
sensibility that they are capable of, this privilege that the Lord
grants us.
When
we were going to pray the Our
Father, the Lord spoke for the first time
during the celebration, and said:
“Wait, I want you to pray with the deepest
profundity which you can summon. At this moment, bring to mind that
person or persons which have done you the greatest harm during your
life, so that you embrace them close to your bosom, and tell them with
all your heart: `In the Name of Jesus, I forgive you and wish you peace.
In the Name of Jesus, I ask for your forgiveness and wish my peace.' If
the person is worthy of that peace, then the person will receive it, and
feel better for it. If that
person is not capable of opening up to that peace, then peace will
return to your heart. But I do not want you to receive nor offer peace
when you are not capable of forgiving and feeling that peace in your
heart first.
“Be
careful of what you do,”
continued the Lord, “you repeat in the Our
Father: forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass
against us. If you are capable of forgiving but not forgetting, as some
people say, you are placing conditions upon the forgiveness of God. You
are saying: You forgive me only as I am capable of forgiving, but no
more.”
I
do not know how to explain my pain, at the realization of how much we
can hurt the Lord. And also how much we can injure ourselves by holding
so many grudges, bad feelings and unflattering things that are born from
our own prejudices and over-sensitivities. I forgave; I forgave from the
heart, and asked for forgiveness from all the people whom I had hurt at
one time or another, in order to feel the peace of the Lord.
The
celebrant said, “...give us peace and unity...” and, then, “the
peace of the Lord be with all of you.”
Suddenly,
I saw that among some (not all) of the people who were embracing each
other, a very intense light placed itself between them. I knew it was
Jesus, and I practically threw myself to embrace the person next to me.
I could truly feel the embrace of the Lord in that light. It was Him Who
embraced me giving me His peace, because in that moment, I had been able
to forgive and remove from my heart all grief against other people. That
is what Jesus wants, to share that moment of joy, hugging us and wishing
us His peace.
The
moment of the celebrants' Communion arrived. There I once again noticed
the presence of all the priests next to the Archbishop. When he took
Communion, the Virgin Mary said:
“This
is the moment to pray for the celebrant and the priests who accompany
him. Repeat
together with Me: `Lord, bless them, sanctify them, help them, purify
them, love them, take care of them, and support them with Your Love.
Remember all the priests of the world, pray for all the
consecrated souls...'
Dear
brothers and sisters, that is the moment in which we should pray for
them, because they are the Church as we, the laity, are also. Many times
we, the laity, demand so much from the priests, but we are unable to
pray for them, to understand that they are human, and to comprehend and
appreciate the solitude that many times can surround a priest.
We
should understand that the priests are people like ourselves and that
they need to be understood, to be cared for. They need affection and
attention from us because they are giving their life to each one of us,
as Jesus did, by being consecrated to Him.
The
Lord wants the people of the flock that God has entrusted to the priest
to pray and help in his sanctification. Someday, when we are on the
other side, we will understand the marvels that the Lord has done,
giving us priests who help us to save our souls.
The
people began to leave their pews on their way to Communion.
The great moment of the encounter had arrived. The Lord said to
me: “Wait
a moment; I want you to observe something...” An interior
impulse made me raise my eyes towards the person who was going to
receive Communion on the tongue from the hands of the priest.
I
should clarify that this person was one of the ladies from our group who
the previous night was unable to go to confession, but this morning was
able to do so before the Holy Mass. When the Priest placed the Sacred
Host on her tongue, a flash of light, like a very golden white light,
went right through this person, first through her back, then surrounding
her from the back, around her shoulders, and then her head. The Lord
said:
“This
is how I Myself rejoice in embracing a soul who comes with a clean heart
to receive Me.” The tone of
voice of Jesus was that of a happy person.
I
was astonished to see my friend return to her pew surrounded by light,
embraced by the Lord. I thought of the marvel that we miss so many times
by going to receive Jesus with our small or large offenses, when it
should be a feast.
Many
times we say that there are no priests to whom to go to confess at any
given moment. But the problem is not about confessing at each moment,
but the problem resides in our ease of falling into evil again.
On the other hand, in the same way that we make an effort to
search for a beauty parlor, or men search for a barber when we have a
party, we have to also make an effort to seek a priest when we need to
remove all that dirt from ourselves. We must not have the audacity to
receive Jesus at any moment with our hearts full of ugly things.
When
I went to receive communion, Jesus told me: “The
Last Supper was the moment of the greatest intimacy with My own.
During that hour of love, I established what could be thought of
as the greatest act of lunacy in the eyes of men, that of making Myself
a prisoner of Love. I established the Eucharist.
I wanted to remain with you until the end of the centuries
because My Love could not bear that you remained orphans, you whom I
loved more than My life.”
I
received that Host which had a different flavor. It was a mixture of
blood and incense that inundated me entirely. I felt so much love that
the tears ran down my cheeks without me being able to stop them.
When
I returned to my seat, while kneeling down, the Lord said: “Listen...”
A moment later, I began to hear the prayers of the lady who was seated
in front of me and who had just received communion.
What
she said, without opening her mouth, was more or less like this: “Lord, remember that we are at the end of
the month, and I do not have
the money to pay the rent, the car payments, nor the children's school.
You have to do something to help me... Please, make my husband stop
drinking so much. I cannot bear any more his being intoxicated so often,
and my youngest son is going to repeat the year again, if you do not
help him. He has exams this week... And do not forget our neighbor who
must move. Let her do it right away.
I cannot stand her anymore, etc., etc.”
Then
the Archbishop said: “Let
us pray,”
and obviously all the congregation stood up for the final
prayer. Jesus said in a sad tone: “Did
you take note of her prayer? Not a single time did she tell Me that she
loves Me. Not a single time
did she thank Me for the gift that I have given her by bringing down My
Divinity to her poor humanity, in order to elevate her to Me. Not a
single time has she said: thank You, Lord. It has been a litany of
requests, and so are almost all of those who come to receive Me.”
“I
have died for love, and I am risen. For love I await each one of you,
and for love I remain with you... But you do not realize that I need
your love. Remember that I am the Beggar of Love in this sublime hour
for the soul.”
Do
you all realize that He, Love, is begging for our love, and we do not
give it to Him? Moreover, we avoid going to that encounter with the Love
of Loves, with the only love who gives of itself in a permanent
oblation.
When
the celebrant was going to give the blessing,
the Holy Virgin said: “Be
attentive, take care... You do any old sign instead of the Sign of the
Cross. Remember that this blessing could be the last one that you will
receive from hands of a priest. You do not know when, leaving here, if
you will die or not. You do not know if you will have the opportunity to
receive a blessing from another priest. Those consecrated hands are
giving you the blessing in the Name of the Holy Trinity. Therefore, make
the Sign of the Cross with respect, as if it was the last one of your
life.”
How
much we miss in not understanding and not participating every day at the
Holy Mass! Why not make an effort to begin the day a half hour earlier
and run to the Holy Mass and receive all the blessings that the Lord
wants to pour over us?
I
am aware that, because of their obligations, not everybody can attend
daily Mass, but at least two or three times a week. So many avoid Mass
on Sundays with the smallest excuse, that they have a child, or two, or
ten, and, therefore, they cannot attend Mass.
How do people manage when they have other important types of
commitments? They take all the children, or take turns and the husband
goes at one hour and the wife another, but they carry out their duty to
God.
We
have time to study, to work, to entertain, to rest, but WE DO NOT HAVE
TIME, AT LEAST ON SUNDAY, TO GO TO THE HOLY MASS.
Jesus
asked me to remain with Him a few minutes more after Mass had finished.
He said: “Do
not leave in a hurry after Mass is over. Stay a moment in My company and
enjoy it, and let Me enjoy yours...”
As
a child, I had heard someone say that the Lord remained with us for five
or ten minutes, after Communion. I asked Him at this moment:
“Lord,
truly, how much time do You stay with us after Communion?”
I
suppose that the Lord must have laughed at my silliness, because He
answered: “All the time that you want to have Me with
you. If you speak to Me all day long, offering Me some words during your
chores, I will listen to you. I am always with you. It is you who leaves
Me. You leave the Mass, and the day of obligation ends. You kept the day
of the Lord, and it is now finished for you. You do not think that I
would like to share your family life with you, at least that day.”
“In
your homes, you have a place for everything and a room for each
activity: a room to sleep, another to cook, another to eat, etc. Which
place have you made for Me? It should not be a place where you only have
an image, which collects dust all the time, but a place where at least
five minutes a day the family meets to give thanks for the day and for
the gift of life, to ask for their needs of the day, to ask for
blessings, protection, health. Everything has a place in your homes,
except Me.”
“Men
plan their day, their week, their semester, their vacations, etc. They
know what day they are going to rest, what day they will go to the
movies or to a party, or visit grandmother or the grandchildren, the
children, their friends, and to their amusements.
How many families say at least once a month: `This is the day for
our turn to go and visit Jesus in the Tabernacle,' and the whole family
comes to talk to HIM. How many sit down in front of
Me and have a conversation with Me, telling Me how it has been since the
last time, telling Me their problems, the difficulties they have, asking
Me about what they need, making Me part of these things? How many times?
“I
know everything. I read even the deepest secrets of your hearts and
minds. But
I enjoy your telling Me about your life, your letting Me participate as
a family member, as your most intimate friend. Oh, how many graces does
man lose by not giving Me a place in his life!”
When
I remained with Him that day and on many other days, He continued to
give us teachings. Today I want to share with you this mission that He
has entrusted to me.
Jesus
said:
“I
wanted to save My creature, because the moment of opening the door to
Heaven has been impregnated with too much pain...”
“Remember that not even one mother has fed her child with her
own flesh. I have gone to that extreme of Love to communicate My merits
to all of you.
“The
Holy Mass is Myself prolonging My life and My sacrifice on the Cross
among you. Without the merits of My life and My Blood, what do you have
with which to come before the Father? Nothing, misery and sin...
“You
should exceed in virtue the angels and archangels, because they do not
have the joy of receiving Me as nourishment like you do. They drink a
drop from the spring, but you that have the grace of receiving Me, you
have the whole ocean to drink.”
The
other thing that the Lord spoke about with pain concerned
people who encounter Him out of habit, of those who have lost their awe
of each encounter with Him. That routine turns some people so lukewarm
that they have nothing new to tell Jesus when they receive Him. He also
said that there were so many consecrated souls who lose their enthusiasm
of falling in love with the Lord, and have made their vocation an
occupation, a profession to which nothing more is given, except that
which is demanded of one, but without feeling...
