I hear so few words of love from you

 

I hear so few words of love from you

March 24, 1998

I saw that I was on a deserted shore of a large lake. There were many religious items on the ground. Nearby lay a bowl that was covered with mud. In the middle of this lake was a giant Crucifixion. Wounds of Jesus were just like yesterday, maybe even worse. On feet and left arm skin hanged in pieces from the terrible thorns. “Do you love Me? How little do I hear from you the words of love.”

The wreath of thorns moved to the side and struck right into the temple, from which He groaned. When I looked closer, I saw that this wreath does not look like thorns anymore, because there were as many thorns as needles on a Christmas tree. Every moment grew more and more new needles of large proportions.

“I want to talk about the mirror of your souls. Every day, whether mankind sins or not, I give My holy Body and Blood in the mystery of the Eucharist. Many people treat it as something ordinary or a ritual. But believe me, for a drop of blood I suffer many months. Yes, exactly months.”

Jesus’s face was very tired, emaciated with many bruises and bloody wounds.

“I gladly sacrifice My sufferings because I love you so much that I wish to unite with you in the Holy mystery of Eucharist. But so many people dishonor it. How many priests inflict deep wounds on Me from which I still cannot recover. Sometimes they can be much worse than the Judas that sold Me. He sold Me only once in his life. He betrayed his love only once. And he gave in to the voice of demons also once. But there are so many pastors, My chosen apostles, who betray Me many times. Their price of betrayal is less than 30 silver coins. Their cost of betrayal – is violation of fasting, not fulfilling their pastoral duties.

But you wound Me even more, proceeding to the Holy Eucharist careless. Think child, after accepting a piece of My heart have you ever wondered about Its price? Have you thought about how much time I had to suffer and sacrifice, to come to you. Maybe for you in such a simple easy way.

Remember repentance. Remember your evil thoughts, which once condemned priests, indifferent execution of penance. Have you thought that in front of you I was sitting so close to you? That I listened to all your words with such thirst. That I prepared the cup of forgiveness and peace. But how often you were ashamed and pushed it away from you.

With these words I am not addressing you directly. I am addressing every person in the whole world. Because in these simple and familiar words they will find themselves. Perhaps these people will remember how they hid their sins because they were ashamed of them. And did not want to repent. How they did not want to accept Me because they found excuses. But I so waited for you.

How many tears I shed over your souls. How much love I prepared, which you stepped on with your feet. How often you remember slandering or quarrelling with someone and felt irritated. And so easily forgot about Me. I beg you, child, fight temptation, try not to let sin separate us.

You pour your love through prayer. As I give it in the Holy Mystery of Eucharist – do not reject It. Learn to see with spiritual eyes. Learn to see My love in the gloomy and ordinary. Under every sin and evil intention – are My sufferings. These religious items which you just saw on the shore – are your carelessness and contempt of the Family of God.”

Jesus groaned again. Tears rolled down His face. The wreath of thorns has stuck into His head so much that blood covered His whole face. I saw a spear which hit into the heart of Jesus. It was so wounded that I stopped hearing Its beating. Jesus was dying. I heard Mary’s aching voice: “Fall to your knees child and pray, stay awake with Me. Pray, this way you will be able to ease the sufferings of Jesus and receive forgiveness for the greatest and the most painful sin of humanity.”

I felt the beating of Jesus’s heart again. I saw a cup full of the Holy Eucharist. From it came such a bright light that it was impossible to look.