|Posted by Doming on August 20, 2017 at 4:40 PM|
I AM THE HELP OF ALL CHRISTIANS
Part 1 of 2 CM-134 24-May-97
My beloved child, I am speaking to you because you deserve it
and because it is the Will of the Most High to accept My petition,
but I will speak to you about several matters
that you may not be expecting on this day.
It is a very difficult moment
and whom but My chosen children would I address?
My little child, sadness, matters of the heart, an oppressed life,
an aggravated soul; nothing more can be said
when speaking about Me, suffering at the foot of the Cross.
Those who strive to give color to My grief,
believe that people are moved to compassion by their arguments...
but their words are nothing more than sounds
that would be unable to produce anything effective
if God did not make use of them
as a means for Himself to bring a little light to souls.
Bells ring, but if the air did not conduct their sound,
nothing would be heard of all the words that proceed from God
by means of human beings.
Sadness... about what?
My love was pure and I did not have the sadness of will,
of the untamed ego,
and because of that, it was a natural sadness of the senses
filled with grief.
My humanity had been placed as if in a sea of unlimited bitterness
and in it, My whole being was struggling and suffering.
To see Jesus, My Son crucified,
and to be aware of His feelings and His humiliation:
that was My sadness.
Those eyes, now bright, were densely clouded over,
and in everything that I witnessed, I found reason to be saddened.
As His mother, I saw My Son nailed to the cross
and wracked with pain.
As a creature, I saw My Creator
destroyed by His miserable and unworthy creatures,
and as a loving soul, I saw My Love dishonored.
When they crucified Jesus, they crucified Me too.
Jesus knew that, and as a result, I suffered even more.
Ah! My sadness was so great and so deep
that it certainly cannot be explained to anyone.
More comprehensible however, are the matters of My Heart
for which I suffered so intensely.
The heart is the center to which love is summoned,
as if entering and lodging in it.
When it is intense, Love, which is an act of will,
strongly reverberates in the heart
and often that little organ, so perfect but not so resilient,
registers the strong beats of love
that persistently throb against the weak walls of the noble heart.
And so, who can imagine what reason
My Heart, the site of purist love, had to be happy?