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APPROACH THE SACRED MYSTERY
SM-109 19-Aug-94 1:50 p.m.
The Blessed Mother
I am the Mother of the Eucharist.
I am the one who pleads on behalf of My Children
for the Mercy of the Lord.
Children of the world, all of you,
approach the Sacred Mystery that Jesus has given you.
Approach the place
where all the saints have found their repose,
their joy and their happiness.
Approach that admirable Vessel
which is the most marvelous work of the Most High,
where it seems that His power, His wisdom
and His goodness
have been exhausted.
Give thanks for His burning love for you,
for the goodness that attracts you
and for the continuous care
that He takes about anything concerning you.
Humbly ask forgiveness of Him
because He places His glory,
not in punishing sins but in forgiving them.
He is the pontiff who reconciles you to the Father.
do not scorn that abundance of good things
which is the Paradise created for you
and which you undeniably possess
like the gateway into the Sacred Host.
PRAYER OF THE SICK PERSON
Lord, You who from the highest heavens
sees the enormity of my ills,
and what should be their consequences,
only You can free me of them.
You have only to utter a single word to give me perfect health.
You went everywhere seeking the sick
and you healed their illnesses.
You exhaled a virtue which gave health
to those who approached You.
Today, you give Your own blood to drink
and Your own body to eat
in order to heal all the sick of the world,
and I think:
What other doctor but You
would sacrifice His own life to save the life of his patient?
Come, Jesus filled with charity,
come to this poor sick person.
Place Your hand over mine
and with it, give life back to me.
Neither Your Angels nor Your prophets nor Your disciples
have been sent to heal me,
but it is You Yourself who has come.
Look, Lord at the multitude and depth of the wounds
that my enemies have inflicted on me.
Look how prostrate I am all at once,
from ambition, pride, impurity, anger, envy
gluttony and all the other spiritual illnesses put together.
Look at the depth of corruption in my heart.
How much hopefulness there is in my mind.
How much confusion there is in my imagination.
How much disorder there is in my appetite
and how much freedom in my senses.
I have every evil put together
and I have them in abundance.
Heal me, I beseech You,
for the greater glory of Your holy name.
My Savior, in another era,
the slightest touch of Your sacred hand or your clothing,
Your slightest word healed every illness.
How will you heal me today?
Not only do you give me Your body
and Your blood to give me life,
but you insist on doing so.
Divine Doctor, Your glory is my healing
and it is enough for You to desire it,
for it to happen in a moment.
The most stubborn of illnesses are merely like soldiers
awaiting orders from their general.
Order, oh Lord, the whole troop of ills that distress me,
to leave me,
and at that moment, they will leave me.
Only be willing to heal me
and at that hour I will be healed.
I know that not only can I ask You to heal me
but also to take care of me.
I accept all the operations You judge to be necessary:
open me up, cut me up,
split me into pieces,
tear pieces out of me,
put iron and fire inside me…
I place myself entirely in Your holy hands
and I subject myself to everything.
Give me any treatment You please.
I am ready to follow it.
Order me to deprive myself
of whatever it may be,
to do such and such a thing
and I will do it without a single doubt
because with faith,
I am placing my life into Your hands
and I cannot deceive You.
Lord Jesus, You are my doctor and my help.
Stay in all my senses and my body
and they will be healed of the various ills that afflict them.
What do you want me to give You, my beloved doctor,
for having come to me
and for the divine medicine that You have brought me today?
What can I give You
that will be worthy of only You, Yourself?
I offer You Your own grandeur and perfection
and above al
l the infinite charity that has moved You
to come and heal me.
I also completely surrender to You,
myself and everything that belongs to me.
I want to put to Your service,
the health that You are giving me.
I promise You, heavenly doctor,
that from now on I will avoid not only every sin
but everything that has the appearance of it.
I will never forget this moment,
this medicine that you also give my soul
with Your sacred body and Your precious blood.
I thank You with all my heart
and I beseech all the Angels and saints to thank You for me.
A goodness such as Yours was required
in order to make You come down from the heavens
for the purpose of coming to heal me.
So stay with me;
do not forsake me for a moment.
Be my guide;
feed me with the eternal fruit of life
so as to repair my weakened strength.
Into Your hands, Lord, I place my life,
my illness and my strength.
You have what you want from me,
but do not let me lose my soul.
If the health of the body is important,
much more so is the health of my spirit
and the latter belongs to You, Lord.
Have pity on my soul.
My Jesus, be my doctor, my medicine
and allow Your Blessed Mother to be my nurse,
my companion, my refuge
and my comfort.