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In Gethsemane I looked for comfort from My friends but they slept. Note, my child, they did not at first flee - they remained nearby and slept. Here in the tabernacle I endure the same loneliness. How many there are who, not caring about Me, slumber on in their indifference, although I long to enter their hearts. I tell you, my child, that it does not cause Me as much pain to enter a heart in sin, as it does to be ignored by those who should know and love Me.
In My Passion, I was dragged from one court of "justice" to another. Here I was falsely accused of gross crimes of which I was innocent, and My reputation was dragged to the depths. Here, too, I am falsely described by those who hate Me, in order to destroy, if possible, in the hearts of those who love Me, their faith in the Holy Eucharist.
Then, at Pilate's house I was scourged. Ah - what pain I experienced as those scourges ripped and seared My flesh! It was a punishment for criminals and outcasts which was administered to Me. Here, too, I am scourged by those tongues of those who use their tongues to speak uncharitably of their neighbor. When I am placed in Communion upon such a tongue stained with blood of a ruined reputation or a slander soul, it is for Me as if the scourges once more cut My Body. Yes - from you, too, have I suffered this scourging.
The crowing with thorns followed - and the mockery. Child, do you know how sharp and painful the thorns were? They were pressed into My temples - an excruciating agony.
In the Eucharist I resuffer the crowning and the mockery of My Kingship whenever I am visited or received by those who render Me only lip service, and then go out and break My Heart by disobeying Me in their daily lives, or who question My authority as expressed by My Church.
Afterwards I was presented to the crowd so that they might choose between Barabbas and Me. How it hurt Me when they chose him!
Today, in the Eucharist, My heart suffers untold agony when souls prefer their own pleasure and ease to Me. There are countless souls who pass the church door without even thinking of Me, or if they do think of Me, decide against visiting Me in order to pursue their own interests. Some even prefer a hunting or fishing trip or some other recreation to coming to a Mass of obligation, and there are many who prefer their own beds to Me. Some there are, who, present with Me in body, withdraw their minds and hearts from Me to fix them on some other objects which they desire more.
You, too, My child, at times prefer your own comfort to Me. Your wandering thoughts and comfortable postures while at prayer, and your coldness to Me when I come to you in Holy Communion, are all forms of choosing Barabbas.
The road to Calvary was a painful, sordid one for Me. I was kicked and jostled, thrown to the ground, covered with blood, mud and filth.
Today in the Eucharist I suffer the same. The sacrileges perpetrated against Me are numerous. At times the very hosts are ground underfoot, defiled, and made an object of ridicule. At times it is a sin-stained heart that oppresses Me when I enter it, as the cross weighed on My shoulders en route to Calvary.
And then I was crucified. Exposed naked to the rude gaze of those who jeered at Me, I died in unspeakable agony.
My life in the tabernacle is a continual crucifixion. I see Myself once more exposed to the scorn of My enemies, and the indifference of those I love is like a spear in My Heart. I am fastened to this prison by nails of love - love for all mankind, even for those who ignore Me or hate Me - love for you.
For you - yes, for you - I endure this life of loneliness. Yet I permit you to share it with Me, and My Heart is gladdened when you come and spend time here at My feet.
Dear child, in order that you do not leave here discouraged or downcast, I tell you that, in spite of your failings, I love you. Love for you keep Me in the tabernacle, love for you brings Me to your heart in Holy Communion. You are very dear to Me, and I understand your difficulties and temptations, and shall help you to overcome them. Your efforts to do My will please Me, and I shall draw you ever closer to My Heart.
Be at peace, dear child. Be at peace. Love Me. It is all I ask.
... .... .... ....
I am fair complexioned, but My skin has been deeply tanned by the rays of the sun to which I have been daily exposed.
Behold how My appearance changes during the course of My Passion!
During the agony in the garden, I pressed My countenance to the earth in a spasm of fear and agony so that My forehead, nose, and cheeks were soiled by their contact with the ground. The sweat streamed from every pore in My face, turning to blood, thus staining and streaking it, My hair and beard were disheveled.
Upon My arrest I was dragged roughly along, so that I fell, striking My face on the small stones and pebbles strewing the ground. When we came to the brook Cedron I was pushed in, and falling, My face was bathed in water, thus being somewhat cleansed of the dirt, sweat, and blood. My hair fell in matted strands streaming with water ...
In being dragged from one place to another, My face suffered continually, I was struck with fists, the flat of the hand, sticks and ropes. Both of My eyes were blackened. My nose was smashed into by a large fist, and I bled profusely from both nostrils. My nose looked like a large bulbous mass of flesh. My ears, too, were beaten. You have heard of the "cauliflower ears" which fighters sometimes have. My ears, too, were reduced to this state.
Furthermore, some men pulled at My beard to deride Me, and ripped out so much of it that I seemed scarcely to have a beard left.
They tore My hair, too. It had become tangled and matted with blood and sweat and spittle and disheveled by the many times I was robed and disrobed. By the time I was nailed to the cross, however, I was nearly bald. And all this while they spat upon Me, threw filth in My face, and mud.
You asked me the other day how often I had been spit upon. My face alone served as their spittoon three thousand times! This number does not include the rest of My body, which was also covered with their saliva.
The crown of thorns perforated My head numberless places, it pierced My eyes, and My face was covered with the blood from these wounds.
On the way of Calvary, I struck My face frequently when I fell. The dust and small stones or gravel of the road stuck to My face when it pressed into them. Once My face, when I fell, was pressed into a pool of mud, and thereafter it was caked with the mud, and black.
Ah, child, My face no longer resembled a human countenance on the cross! It was rather more like a horrible mask. Shapeless, swollen, discolored, filthy, it is small wonder that some of those who were at first disposed to pity Me, turned from Me in disgust, and even joined in worsening its condition.
Ah, child, such humiliations I bore for you to atone for your attachments to the world. Think of it - think of My disfigured countenance, kneel in spirit before Me in that condition, and tell Me that you love Me. Dearest child, if you daily meditate thus, you will soon find it easy to turn your back on the world.
... ... .... ....
Kneel, for I wish to tell you something of My crucifixion.
What great suffering I endured when I was thrown upon the cross! My back had been so furrowed by the scourges that it was like a great piece of raw flesh. Even My clothing resting on it had caused Me unspeakable suffering. Think how excruciating was the pain of contacting the wood of the cross!
The cross was not a smoothly planed surface, but quite rough, and many splinters protruded from its surface. As I was pulled to and fro upon the cross in order that I might be properly adjusted to fit the place of the nails, these splinters were forced into My flesh.
The pain of the nailing is beyond description. The nails, although somewhat blunt, were driven with such force into My hands and feet that My flesh, nerves, sinews, and veins were crushed and ground into the wood of the cross.
Besides, I was stretched and pulled so greatly that My whole Body was extended far beyond its normal limits. No martyr on the rack was ever so agonizingly distended. It seemed almost as if, besides crucifying Me, My enemies would tear Me apart by severing My limbs from My Body.
The crown of thorns, too, caused Me intense pain. If I leaned My Head back upon the cross, the thorns dug deeper into My Head. If I leaned it forward, its weight seemed to pull at all My wounds.
Besides this, My whole Body and My Face, covered as they were with blood and filth, became a magnet for flies and other flying and crawling insects. They swarmed over Me, causing Me untold anguish and revulsion. I was no longer recognizable as a human being, but seemed to be more a great piece of discarded and decaying flesh.
See how I have loved you! So much , indeed, have I loved you, that had My executioners not nailed Me to the cross, I would have nailed Myself to it. Have they not crowned Me with thorns, I would have pressed them into My head with My own hands. Had they not scourged My Body, I Myself would have torn it with scourges....
I have told you of My physical sufferings, of the insults, and indignities I was subjected to. But, child, I tell you, that all of the beatings, the kicks, the jeering, the spitting, the nails - all, all - even the three hours I spent in agony upon the cross - all of these put together - were not as painful to Me as one venial sin. One infidelity causes Me more agony than all these. My physical torments were even something of a relief compared to My Heart agony.
Love Me ,child. Let Me rest on your heart.
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Child, I shall speak to you about My scourging.
After Pilate had condemned Me to the scourges, I was led to a column in the courtyard where, stripped of all My clothing, I was bound to the column. Facing it, My hands tightly secured by ropes which were drawn through a ring high up on the column, I was pulled upward until My feet scarcely touched the ground, and then, a rope having been tied around My ankles, they were secured to the base of the column, so that I could not move.
In this position I was exposed to all the fury of the lashes, unable to defend Myself, even had I wished to do so.
The scourges were of two kinds. One type was made of leather thongs in the tip of each of which a metal ball was secured. The second type was made of rope-like strips, at the end of each of which was a sharp hook of metal, capable of rending and tearing. The latter type was used only for the punishment of the worst criminals or those condemned to the cross.
Those who were to scourge Me lined by two, and each beat Me until his strength was exhausted. Since two at a time scourged Me, I had not even a moment's respite, for when the one pulled back his scourge to gain momentum for the next stroke, the other brought his down upon Me.
The soldiers and the rabble who were watching made bets about the length of time each man who scourged Me would hold out, and even about the number of wounds the scourges would leave on my body, but they gave up on the latter because My wounds were so numerous that they could not be counted.
Thus, urged on by encouraging remarks from the bystanders, and standing upon My garments that they might not slip, they began to scourge Me, using at first the leather lashes with metal balls.
With such force did they lash Me that I could scarcely breathe and felt as if I was being crushed. My Body became bruised - turning red, then black, blue, yellow, and green as the lashes succeeded one another. Not only My back, but My neck, shoulders, thighs, and legs were beaten.
When the scourges hit My legs they wound themselves around them, causing Me indescribable torment as they were pulled away again.
As soon as the skin began to crack, the scourges with hooked tips were used in place of the others. Ah, what torture they inflicted! Bits of My flesh were pulled off and flung to all corners of the courtyard; long gashes and furrows were made upon My Body, and My blood flowed in streams over My Body.
When My flesh hung thus in ribbons from My Body, one of the lictors suggested that, since there was no part of My back which was not beaten to a pulp, and since the front of My Body was relatively untouched, I was to be turned around and given the same treatment while facing them so that the back and the front of My Body might match.
They accordingly untied My feet, and leaving My hands fastened over My head, they twisted My body around so that I faced them, and once again they fastened My ankles to the column.
Then the whole process began over again, first with the leather scourges, then with the hook-tipped ones. My chest, abdomen, and sides were ripped and torn, and even My face received its share of lashes.
At last they stopped beating Me, and untied My hands and feet. I could not stand, but fell to the ground where I lay weltering in My own blood. They walked away and left Me there until they came and dragged Me away to crown Me with thorns.
Dear child, only My Divinity sustained Me during this ordeal, else I should have died.
Think, My dear one, your uncharitableness was a cause of this chastisement. Each unkind word or criticism lashes Me more furiously than did these scourges. Will you not, then, strive to control your tongue and do penance for each time you use it to scourge Me?
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Kneel, My child, and I shall tell you something of My sufferings upon the Cross.
Ah, child, kneel at the feet of your crucified God, and look upon His tortured Body. My hands and feet support its entire weight on excruciatingly painful wounds. The blood streams from these wounds down My arms and chest, and drips from the base of the cross to the ground. the crown of thorns pulls My head forward. I can find no comfort, for every change of position causes redoubled pain to Me.
Indeed, I do not look like I am pictured upon crucifixes - erect, unstained, and beautiful. My Body sags upon the cross and writhes in pain. In order to keep it from sagging too much, a wooden peg has been fastened to it, and this peg I must straddle. Imagine the added torture which it gives Me.
I am nailed, dear child, despoiled of all My clothing, and thus must I, your God, hang exposed to the insolent gaze of the mob surrounding the cross.
By far, the greatest torture is the agony of My mind and heart. Those standing beneath the cross hurl insults at Me, call Me names, and make jokes about Me and My doctrine.
My friends have deserted Me, My disciples have fled, and those who knew Me, who were aided by Me, either keep silence for fear of becoming involved, or else join in the scoffing, their confidence in Me shattered.
True, My faithful John and Magdalene keep vigil with My Mother, but the sight of their suffering serves only to increase Mine.
I am reduced to extreme poverty - such poverty as no other man is ever asked to bear. My clothes are divided among others by lot. My reputation is destroyed, the memory of Me stained and distorted, My life wiped out. There remains to Me of My earthly possessions only one - My dearest. Not even the cruelty of men would deprive Me of this treasure. Not even the unyielding wrath of My Father would take from Me this one possession. It remains for My own cruelty to Myself for the love of you and all mankind, to give away what was not taken from Me - My Mother. In giving her to John, and through John to you and all mankind, I severed from Myself everything that I held dear as a man.
But I am also God, and so My Soul was steeped in the awareness of the Divinity within Me even while My Body and My Mind were undergoing terrible torments.
My Heavenly Father, however, ordained that this awareness of His Presence, too, should be withdrawn from Me, and so, amid all My other tortures, I was visited with the desolation of soul brought abut by His apparent withdrawal from Me. Not only did I feel that My Father had abandoned Me, but also that He despised Me and that I was the object of His wrath ...
Indeed, yes, the folly of My Love has driven Me to excess. Give Me your love in return. Share My loneliness with Me.
Kiss My feet, dear child, and tell Me that you love Me. Now be at peace.
Although I am imprisoned in the tabernacle,
My eyes pierce the veils that hide Me, so that I see not only those of
My subjects who are present in the church, but also those who are not there.
By disobedience, those who should be present
at the Holy Sacrifice, but do not attend, outrage My will by getting theirs
against Mine.
The mental anguish which I endure when My
authority and wisdom are questioned, is beyond description.
Those, who come into My Eucharistic Presence
through coercion or fear of punishment and who remain there just long enough
to fulfill the minimum obligation, cause Me great mental pain.
My mind is tortured also by those who do
not understand My wishes because they do not want to. Even among My chosen
souls, there are those who wound Me thus.
My body, which is truly present in the tabernacle,
still suffers from the treatment that it receives. I suffer, indeed, the
pain of being imprisoned and unable to move without the assistance of My
creatures.
My body suffers from the insults of physical
assault upon the Host.
My body suffers when the Eucharist is kept
in unclean places, when it is roughly and carelessly handled.
My body suffers when it is given into an
unclean mouth, but it suffers more if it is given into an unclean soul.
What shall I say of the sufferings of My
Heart?
Those who receive Me merely to fulfill an
obligation - not because they want Me or love Me, break My Heart with their
thoughtlessness and lack of love.
Ah yes, though My Passion is over, let it
be remembered that I am God, and that time means nothing to Me. The past,
the present, and the future are one before Me, and so I can truly be said
to endure these torments now, which seared My Mind, My Body, and My Heart
during My earthly pilgrimage.
Love Me, then, and comfort Me. My agony
continues, and long for someone to share it with Me.
Dear children, I come still again to invite,
to plead, and to implore. Open your hearts to holy love. It is through
this magnificent virtue many can be won over to salvation rather than slipping
to their perdition. This holy, spiritual love is the same love that enabled
my Beloved Son, Jesus Christ, to remain on the Cross until His death. Holy
love is what enables Mother Theresa to extend herself to the destitute
and the dying. My children, you cannot be complete in holiness without
holy love, for without it all your works are empty - all your prayers mere
words. Turn to the Merciful Heart of Jesus and He will begin this journey
of spiritual love with you...
...When the path you are climbing seems
the most difficult, remember to place your eyes back on Jesus, my Son.
Everything that is occurring in your life is by the hand of God.
...Dear children, tonight I invite you to
understand that the soul is like a tapestry. The two threads running through
the tapestry are holy humility and holy love.
Without these two threads the soul does not progress in holiness and they
are dependent upon each other...
...Holy love
is to love God with your whole heart and love your neighbor as yourself.
But it never exists in the tapestry of the soul without holy humility.
These two virtues knit together to form holiness
and bring many other virtues with them, such as patience, meekness, perseverance,
fortitude, joy and peace. Working together, these virtues strengthen the
soul in all that is holy. It is impossible for humility to flourish in
the soul without holy love, and vice versa. These are interwoven to design
holiness. Make it known...
...Holy love is simplistic, unselfish and
unassuming. This is how holy love allows the soul to see through worldly
goals and seek only heavenly acclaim. It is most important these days that
souls see the great value of the Cross, through which salvation continually
flows. Therefore, pray to be childlike in every virtue but most of all
holy love. Let your daily bread be the joy of the Cross through holy love...
...Holy love never is nourished by the intellect,
but only in the heart. These two greatest virtues ( holy love and holy
humility ) are necessary in order for a soul to dwell in my Immaculate
Heart and herein take its refuge. Both of these virtues are only possible
if the child of God first dies to self. The more the soul gives up his
own will, the greater these virtues will be with him and the deeper the
soul will be drawn into my Immaculate Heart...
The Mass is Calvary continued.
" The Mass is the most perfect form of prayer!"
Pope Paul VI
For each Mass we hear with devotion. Our
Lord sends a saint to comfort us at death. (revelation of Christ to St.
Gertrude the great.)
Padre Pio, the stigmatic priest, said, "
the world could exist more easily without the sun than without the Mass."
The Cure d'Ars, St.John Vianney, said, "
If we knew the value of the Mass we would die of joy."
Once, St. Theresa was overwhelmed with God's
Goodness and asked our Lord, " How can I thank You? " Our Lord replied,
" ATTEND ONE MASS."
Sin of ignorance: "
I do not know, therefore I do not sin" is a false statement. As a Catholic,
we have a duty to study our Faith and the Teaching of the Church. I myself
am a Catholic and Christian for only seven years and I really marvel at
what I learn and what the Church teaches us. The more is given, the more
is expected.
Sin against the Body and Blood of our Lord
Jesus Christ: To receive the Lord in the holy
Eucharist irreverently, to receive the Holy Eucharist without being in
the state of Grace, to receive the Lord's Body without love of God and
contrite heart.
Sin against the Second Commandment by
calling God's Name in vain.
Sin against the Third Commandment by
shopping on Sundays or Holy Days of obligation, by doing hard labor and
indecent activities on the Lord's Day.
Sin by committing sodomy which
is defined as a sexual intercourse between men, between man and animal.
Sin by committing adultery
such as lust, pornography, extramarital affair, divorce not due to sexual
immorality (Matthew 5:27)
Sin by committing fornication which
is defined as an illicit sexual intercourse of unmarried persons.
Sin due to contraception
or having a sexual intercourse without being open to life. According to
the Teaching of the Church, an act of making love between husband and wife
is only pleasing to God when it is done with an conjugal love and for procreation.
Sex with recreation alone is condemned.
Sin due to neglecting parental responsibilities:
A child is a gift from God, thus he or she
should be nurtured with utmost care. The foremost duty of parents to their
children is to teach them how to know and love God, and to help them to
attain the Kingdom of God, not just to fulfill their physical needs alone.
Many parents today leave their homes and neglect their spouse and their
children for materialistic gain and selfish reason. We all have to face
God one day to answer to Him what we did with the gift of our children,
"the talents" that He entrusted to us parents. "Train a child in the way
he should go..." Proverb 22:6, the Lord commanded us.
Sin by committing an abortion:
Abortion is defined as " the fetus brought forth before it is perfectly
formed; hence, anything misshapen or imperfectly developed; a MONSTROSITY."
Sin of being pro-abortion:
Abortion is killing God's children in the most devilish way, thus being
a pro-abortion only means advocating and tolerating such a monstrous act.
How can one hope for an eternal union with God if he think it is quite
natural to kill the unborn? Such a Catholic receives the Lord in the Holy
Eucharist, not unto his salvation but condemnation.
Sin of being neutral or indifferent to the
pro-life cause: For anyone who said: " I would
never commit abortion but this is a matter between a woman and God, and
it is her choice." , the Lord shall say to him at the Judgment Day: " Assuredly,
I say to you, in as much as you did not do it to one of the least of these,
you did not do it to Me." "And these will go away into everlasting punishment,
but the righteous into eternal life." Matthew 25:45-46. Who can be the
least of His brothers than the most vulnerable unborn?
( Given to St. Dominic and Blessed Alan)
The Holy Scripture does not mentioned much
about Purgatory except in the Book of Macabee. The Lord had let the Church
teach us on this doctrine. I myself found one reference of Purgatory in
the Gospel of St. Matthew. But first of all I like to emphasize a few points.
Do you agree that in hell, the condemned
souls are incapable of love? The Lord once said that hell would cease to
exist if a condemned soul could carry out one single act of love. In hell
one condemns and blasphemes God, there would be no reverence for the Divinity
and no compassion for others.
The biblical story which I am about to recite
is taken from Matthew 16:19-31 in King James Version which does not convey
the Catholic doctrine on Purgatory. Besides Douay Rheims Version, I personally
like King James of old editions even though it is incomplete due to the
accuracy and the beautiful style of its translation.
" There was a certain rich man who was clothed
in purple and fine linen and fared sumptuously every day. But there was
a certain beggar named Lazarus, full of sores, who was laid at his gate,
desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell the rich man's table. Moreover
the dogs came and lick his sores. So it was the beggar died and was carried
by the angels to Abraham's bosom. the rich man also died and was buried.
" And being in torments in Hades, he lifted
up his eyes and saw Abraham a far off, and Lazarus in his bosom. Then he
cried and said, ' Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus that
he may dip the tip of his finger and cool my tongue; for I am tormented
in this flame.'
" But Abraham said, ' Son, remember that
in your lifetime you received your good things, and likewise Lazarus evil
things; but now he is comforted and he is tormented. And besides all this,
between us and you there is a great gulf fixed, so that those who want
to pass from here to you cannot, nor can those from there pass to us.
" Then he said, ' I beg you therefore, father,
that you would send him to my father's house, for I have five brothers,
that he may testify to them, lest they also come to this place of torment.'
" Abraham said to him, ' they have Moses
and the prophets; let them hear them.' And he said, ' No, father Abraham;
for if one go to them from the dead, they will repent.'
" But he said to him, ' If they do not hear
Moses and the prophets, neither will they be persuaded through one rise
from the dead.' "
We all heard this story before. In this
story, two temporary places of the dead were mentioned, one was Hades and
another Abraham's bosom, one was damned and other blessed. What are they?
In most modern translations both Protestant and Catholic, the word " Hades"
was replaced with hell. Hades is a Greek word meaning the abode of the
dead which did not imply a condemnation as the word Gehenna or hell itself.
How about Abraham's bosom? When the Lord told this story, no one was entered
Heaven. Thus the deceased faithful and patriaches of the Old Testament
had to stay at another place of " the dead " which was referred here as
Abraham's bosom or Limbo as the old generations of Catholics used to call.
I do not believe that Hades where the rich
man was confined was eternal hell for the following reasons:
1. Hades is simply defined as the abode
of the dead, therefore, it does not necessarily mean eternal damnation.
2. In hell all souls are not capable of
love and here the rich man was still concerned for his brothers' salvation's.
3. In hell all souls constantly curse God
and here the rich man still revered Abraham who represented holiness.
4. In hell the evil souls would not discuss
or be concerned with such matters as salvation or repentance.
5. In Purgatory, we have to carry out expiation
for our past sins and the temporal punishments are very closely associated
with our offenses. Here the offenses of the rich man were eating sumptuously
and lack of compassion. Thus his torment involved with his mouth burning
in flame.
6. If such offenses as eating sumptuously
and lack of compassion actually brought about an eternal damnation for
the rich man, none of us would be saved!
7. The Lord is merciful, therefore it is
contrary to the Attribute of Divine Mercy to believe that the Final Judgment
which is sentenced upon a soul will be a clear-cut choice between Heaven
and hell and nothing in between.
8.The Lord's Crucifixion is more than sufficed
to attain for us Heaven or to be justified with God. However, our redemption
can be figuratively compared to an invitation to the Heavenly banquet at
which all the invited guests still have to have proper attires on to attend.
Otherwise, they shall be thrown out to a place of darkness and of gnashing
teeth ( Matthew 22:13).
( All the messages used to describe the
Passion of our Lord and Holy Love were selected from two different sources
which I personally believe to be of heavenly origin. They ARE NOT given
to me. )
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The
Holy Eucharist: My Body and My Blood
I wish to tell you how, in the Blessed Sacrament,
I still suffer torment in my mind and will, in My body, and in My heart.
The coldness and indifference of men whom
I love, for love of whom I annihilate Myself, pierces My Heart and causes
Me untold anguish.
Message
of Love from Blessed Mother
My child, I wish to cultivate in the garden
of your soul the virtue of HOLY LOVE. This virtue made it possible for
the first Apostles to spread the Faith to foreign lands. It is through
holy love the soul chooses to love God with
the whole heart and neighbor as self. Holy
love enables you to look past obvious flaws of character in those you meet
and see a soul journeying on the path of salvation much as your own. It
is holy love that turns the soul away from the world and self and towards
my Son...
The
Holy Sacrifice of The Mass
Grace derived from Assisting at Mass
In eternity, we shall fully realize that it
was certainly worthwhile to have assisted at Holy Mass daily ( To me, attending
at Mass is actually being with the Lord in Person. It is Heaven on earth
for one who assist Mass with fervor.)
Why should we go to Mass every day?
Sins
which are no longer called sins
( Notes:
(1) State
of Grace: being free from any grave or " mortal
sins", being pleasing in God's Eye, being the children of God; (2) all
Scriptural verses were taken from King James version; (3) all definitions
were taken from Webster Dictionary printed in 1956.)
Abortion must be one of the gravest sin
man can ever commit against God and against humanity. Abortion is the sin
which shall call for God's chastisements in the form of wars.The Lord molded
each of us in the Palm of His Hand before He sent us into the world. "
He has blessed your children within you... He counts them as the number
of the stars, He calls them by names..." Psalm 147.
The
Fifteen Promises for reciting the Rosary
1. Whoever shall faithfully offer me the recitation
of the rosary, shall receive signal graces.
2. I promise my special protection and
the greatest graces to all those who shall recite the rosary.
3. The rosary shall be a powerful armour
against hell, it will destroy vice, decrease sin, and defeat heresies.
4. It will cause virtue and good works
to flourish; it will obtain for souls the abundant mercy of God; it will
withdraw the hearts of men from the love of the world and its vanities,
and will lift them to the desire of eternal things. Oh, souls would sanctify
themselves by this means.
5. The soul which recommends itself to
me by the recitation of the rosary, shall not perish.
6. Whoever shall recite the rosary devoutly,
applying himself to the consideration of its sacred mysteries shall never
be conquered by misfortune. God will not chastise him in His justice, he
shall not perish by an unprovided death; if he be just he shall remain
in the grace of God, and become worthy of eternal life.
7. Whoever shall have a true devotion for
the rosary shall not die without the Sacraments of the Church.
8. Those who are faithful to recite the
rosary shall have during their life and at their death the light of God
and the plentitude of His Graces; at the moment of death they shall participate
in the merits of the saints in Paradise.
9. I shall deliver from purgatory those
who have been devoted to the rosary.
10.The faithful children of the rosary
shall merit a high degree of glory in Heaven.
11.You shall obtains all you ask of me
by the recitation of the rosary.
12.All those who propagate the holy rosary
shall be aided by me in their necessities.
13.I have obtained from my Divine Son that
all the advocates of the rosary shall have for intercessors the entire
celestial court during their life and at the hour of death.
14.All who recite the rosary are my sons
and daughters, and brethren of my only Son Jesus Christ.
15.Devotion of my rosary is a great sign
of predestination.
Purgatory
Purgatory is not mentioned much in the Catholic
churches and among Catholics today. At every funeral Mass, Catholics are
told that we are all entitled of entering Heaven after death. What a wishful
thinking that even a child realizes that something does not fit well! The
analogy I used to make for my CCD students was that a child still had to
pay for his neighbor's window broken by his baseball even though his neighbor
already forgave him for the wrong-doing. How can we expect to be in union
with God right after this life on earth when we are so sinful and filthy
with all worldly cares and offenses? If we truly love the Lord our God,
we would plunge ourselves voluntarily into the abyss to repair for many
sorrows, anguish, and disappointments that we inflicted upon His Sacred
Heart through out our lifetimes. I believe that the Lord is so merciful
that He lets the elders suffer before they die so that they do not have
to linger in such a destitute and miserable place. I myself had seen my
own Purgatory before I truly became a Christian and to be reconciled with
God.
My Love
My sweet Lord, how I love you,
I love you so much I do not know how to
begin,
I love You so much tears are filling my
eyes.
O my Lord,
You warm my humble heart.
There is no need to see You when I can
feel You,
I can touch You with my whole being.
There is no need for miracles
When my heart is burning and cannot contain
Your Love.
O my Lord,
You are my life, my soul, my heart, my
being.
You are my God, my Spouse, my Friend, my
Father, my everything.
How can I thank You,
How can I love You enough in return,
How can I submit my humble being to You?
I love You my Lord everyday of my life
and every moment of my existence.
