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.