The Power of the HOLY MASS - ........A Testimony by Catalina.....................
CFC Zimbabwe
Anthony Kunaka
Dear Friends
Please read this. Celebrating the Eucharist will have a deeper meaning in your life.
Request you to pls pass this on to all your christian friends and acquaintances.
Its a wonderful message and it will make a lot of difference to your life.
Regards
Concy
The Power In The Holy Mass
A testimony by Catalina
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. Years later, I read a book of prayers
of a Saint whom I loved dearly, Jose Maria Escrivل de Balaguer, and in that
book I found a prayer similar to that which the Virgin Mary taught me.
Perhaps this Saint, to whom I entrust myself, pleased the Virgin Mary with
those prayers.
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.” [Translator’s note: In Latin
America and in other countries a Bishop and Archbishop is addressed as
“Monsignor”.]
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 Monsignor 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 Monsignor. 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 him to
pray and help in the sanctification of their Pastor. 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 offences 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 or 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 everyday 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 Me? 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 loose by not giving Me a place in his life!”
When I remained with Him that day and on many other days, He continued to
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"I give you a new commandment: love one another. As I have loved you,
so you also should love one another. This is how all will know that
you are my disciples if you have love for one another." John 13:34-35