|Posted by Doming on June 24, 2018 at 6:35 AM|
LITTLE CHILDREN, THINK OF THE NIGHT AT GETHSEMANE
My children, now that it has been granted to Me,
I assure you that you will regain what you desire.
Peace, peace, My dear ones.
Do not fight the battle ordained by My enemy.
Be prudent and I will place a remedy on everything.
As a token of My love, now I offer you a fragment
from the Most Holy Passion of Jesus,
since on this very date last year
He spoke to you about the Annunciation.
At the strike of the hour,
Jesus promptly let Himself be found in the Garden of Gethsemane,
where the Father had to subject Him to death
by means of sorrows and oppressions,
the likes of which no one will ever comprehended.
Jesus fell to the ground
to receive the accusation of the entire humankind,
for whom He was to atone.
It was the anticipated judgment against Him
who took all upon Himself, the judgment of God against man,
His Son and My Son.
On that night My beloved Son, My most beloved Jesus,
was the mockery of all of Hell.
He was accused of being insane by that Lucifer,
who hoped to really drive Him mad.
Yet, what can love not accomplish?
Perhaps My Son had to account to Satan for His humiliation?
My little boy, I still see You when,
in order to shelter Yourself from the cold,
You would press Yourself against My bosom,
but now that all of the infernal winds are unleashed against You,
where, how will You find shelter?
Would the heart of Your Mother have been sufficient for You?
Yes, it would have, if God had willed it, but it was not so.
Divine tragedy in the sea of accusations
hurled against Jesus, My Jesus!
Little children, do not be frightened if you have to suffer;
you see what the enraged, condemned rebels did to Him
on that gloomy night!
And He let them do everything.
And He chained Himself to the heavy bars of accusation
as if He had in fact been guilty.
I wanted to tell you this for His honor and for your knowledge.
Remember it and think how sad, how horrible
was the night at Gethsemane.
Who smiles at the beautiful lily of the mountain?
The mother does, full of love.
Who gives confidence to the little lamb on the mountain cliffs?
The mother does, full of compassion.
Who cautions against the dangers that lay hidden
to the eyes of the Son?
Mama does, full of protective love.
Who remembers the grief of a sorrowing mother?
The Son does, full of love.
Where will a grieving mother find her joys?
Among her loving children.
And what is the eternal dwelling of that Mother and those children?
Well, you know it, My little ones; it is Paradise!