The light of the Divine Will allowed me to see...
how badly and with how much ingratitude they treated my Son.
He directed His step toward Jerusalem.
His first visit was to the holy temple, in which He began the series of His preachings.
But, whát pain!
His word which was full of life, bearer of peace, of love and of order, was misinterpreted and badly listened to - especially from the erudite and the learned of those times!
And when my Son said He was the Son of God, the Word of the Father, the One who had come to save them... they took it so badly that they wanted to devour Him with their furious gazes.
Oh, how my beloved good, Jesus, suffered!
The rejection of His creative words...
made Him feel the death which they gave to His divine word, and I was all attentive – all eyes - in looking at that bleeding divine heart. And I offered Him my maternal heart to receive the same wounds, to console him, and to give Him support when He was in the act of succumbing.
Oh, how many times, after imparting His word, I saw Him forgotten by all, without anyone who would offer Him a refreshment. Alone – alone, outside of the city walls. Outside, under the vault of the starry sky, leaning on a tree, crying and praying for the salvation of all.
And I, your Mama, dear child, cried with Him from my little house.
And in the light of the Divine Fiat, I sent Him my tears as refreshment,
my chaste embraces and my kisses as comfort.
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