But in seeing Himself rejected by the great, the learned...
my beloved Son did not stop, nor could He stop.
His love ran, because He wanted souls.
So He surrounded Himself with the poor, the afflicted, the sick, the lame, the blind, the dumb, and with the many other afflictions by which the poor creatures were oppressed – all of them images of the many evils which their human will had produced.
And dear Jesus healed everyone.
He consoled and instructed everyone.
So He became the friend, the father, the doctor, and the master of the poor. My child, one can say that as the poor shepherds were the ones who received Him with their visits at His birth, so the poor are those who followed Him in the last years of His life down here, unto His death.
In fact, the poor, the ignorant, are more simple - less attached to their own judgment, and therefore more favored, more blessed, and preferred by my dear Son.
To the extent that He chose poor fishermen...
as apostles and pillars of the future Church.
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