You have many churches on Earth that are standing empty

 

You have many churches on Earth that are standing empty

April 3, 1997

 

       I saw one of the thirteen Angels. We entered a city of incredible beauty, the buildings impressed me. Many plants which I have not seen before. It sank in light. We came up to an altar which stood on a large square. We stood on our knees and began to pray, the prayer was very beautiful.

       When I opened my eyes, I saw that I am in a great desert. Wherever I looked I saw churches all around. They were empty. It was very hot outside. I was very thirsty. I entered one of the churches. I saw Jesus, that sat near His cross. He was very upset. He looked at me and said: “Do you see how many churches there are? But they are all empty. You have many churches on Earth that are standing empty.

       Every day sin spreads around the world more and more. People forget about God, they become overfilled with personal happiness and their emotions. Many wars, disagreements, curses, debauchery, blasphemy flooded the whole earth. I sit alone under My cross because there is no one to be near Me. In many countries there are majestic temples, but they are empty, there are no people.

       Your country does not belong to them yet. In the whole world there are only a few countries that worship God properly. Look, it looks like the church is full, but the people that are there can be truly counted on hands. Very few people partake in the Holy Eucharist. Many of them give Me new and new sufferings after exiting the church.

       Brothers and sisters: I turn to you first, as a Brother, second as a Friend and third, as Betrothed and the Father, visit My cross. Worship It with faith. I ask you, do not crucify My body with your sins. Because if you look at Its wounds, there is nothing left to crucify. I love you very much and do not want your condemnation or sudden death.

       During this Easter fast, My body suffers the most, but My heart aches even more for the souls on whom I have placed great hopes and expectations. My heart hurts the most when chosen people despise Me with their deeds and thoughts. I do not want My cross to ever stand empty. Pray, pray a lot.

       Pray for your country because it is becoming further away from God. Numerous sects and beliefs tear the church to pieces. With this they tear the body that is already mutilated. Disagreements among priests, unfulfillment of their pastor duties, debauchery of youth, groups of satanists inflict on Me the greatest wounds. I want to suffer for you, but only when My sacrifice is worth it, when lost souls return to God.

       Enter the church during the day, count how many people stand under My cross. Find at least one that would be on their knees crying in front of It. Maybe there are very few of such people, or maybe they do not exist at all. You do not understand the meaning of the Cross. For you It was left in the past, but do not forget, that every trial is also a cross. Such cross is eternal, for It there is no such thing as time. It goes from generation to generation.

       That is why, as your Brother, I ask you, turn back to My sweet yoke. Awaken pity in your soul, take up your cross and follow Me. Every day on My cross I await you, I suffer and die for you. Come to Me and you will find lost faith. Worship Me and you will receive eternal life. Sing for Me and you will heal My wounds. Amen.”

       Jesus stood up. On his forehead was bloody sweat. He groaned and bent over, as if an unspeakable burden had been put on His shoulders. After each step onto the ground fell pricks from a tree which were covered in blood. He was going to the Altar. On the ground were left bloody footsteps. I began gathering these pricks which were falling after Jesus, when I gathered a handful, I felt a lot of pain, burden, and tiredness; I did not have the strength to gather more, although there were so many more. Near the Altar Jesus turned around, on His face was a gentle smile, and over cheeks rolled bloody tears.

       Before me stood God – shabby, ragged, spat on with many bloody wounds. He blessed the Earth. I heard the voice of an Angel: “Do you not love your Brother Jesus? Why are you standing there? Bow to Him. Kiss the marks of His footprints.” As soon as I touched my head to the ground, Jesus disappeared. There was great sorrow and sadness in my soul.

 

       When I went outside, I saw countless crosses, crucifixions, among which was also our churches cross. They were all empty. The sand that was whiter than the sun turned into a bloody field. I came up to our cross and for the first time with great love and piety I touched the feet of Jesus. I fell before this cross on my knees and prayed for a long time.