Where is it seen for a mother to give her son a stone instead of bread?

 Where is it seen for a mother to give her son a stone instead of bread?

March 25, 1998

I saw that I was in a desert. Not far I saw a large Crucifixion of Jesus, only with more wounds, more painful.

“I am glad that you visited My cross again. I am so glad that you do not forget about Me. How sweet your words of love are. Only they, are a drop of joy and relief for Me.”

I felt powerful coldness. When I looked around again, I saw that it was a desert of snow. Snow started falling from the sky. The whole body was broken and pierced by the cold wind.

“Do you see child, how cold the Earth is to My sufferings? Just recently My body cracked and burned from burning sun. Today, it cracks and covers with wounds from terrible cold. How often you are passionate about your everyday affairs, forgetting about prayer. How often for the sake of empty chatter or television, you forget about Me. But I love you so much…”

A huge crack formed on the body of Jesus near the huge wound of the heart, from which began to flow blood. Jesus’s body was shaking, head leaned to the side. The wound that just formed had frozen. Heart was barely beating. The thorn wreath looked like made of glass. It turned into a piece of ice which unmercifully wounded the head of Jesus. From the blue-cold, trembling lips, I heart the quiet words: “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”

I heard the voice of Mary: “You see what doubts, despair, little faith, irritation and indifference to everything lead to, especially to prayer, the icy cold of your souls. Sometimes it seems that there cannot be a warm and hot heart in your chests. It seems to Me that there is a chunk of ice which does not feel anything. Where is it seen, for a mother to give her son a stone instead of bread? Where is it seen, for a brother to give his sister a glass of sand instead of glass of water. But for Jesus, you do not wish to give anything, except death, hungry and cold.”

I felt that I was becoming further away from Jesus. When I looked at Him for the last time, I saw that there is not a single place left alive on Him. He did not look like a human, but a huge exhausted by torment suffering. Impressed the eyes that shone with love and inspiration to life. It seemed that among this bloody mess, only they were left alive.