passie 4

[6-7pm]

To fulfill the Will of the Father... 

with your Hearts fused into each other... 

You submit Yourselves to everything, wanting to repair for those who, unwilling to overcome the tendernesses of relatives and friends, and bonds and attachments, do not care about fulfilling the Holy Will of God and corresponding to the state of sanctity to which God calls them. 

What sorrow do these souls not give You! In rejecting from their hearts the love You want to give them, contenting themselves with the love of creatures!

My lovable Love, as I repair with You, allow me to remain with your Mama in order to console Her and sustain Her, while You leave. Then, I will hasten my steps to come and reach You. 

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My sweet Jesus, love directs me toward your steps...

and I reach You, as You walk along the streets of Jerusalem together with your beloved disciples. I look at You and I see You still pale. I hear your voice, sweet yes, but sad - so much as to break the heart of your disciples, who feel troubled.

"This is the last time", You say, "that I walk along these streets by Myself. Tomorrow I will walk through them, bound and dragged among a thousand insults". 

And pointing out the places where You will be most insulted and tortured, You continue: "My life down here is about to set, just as the Sun is now setting, and tomorrow at this hour I will no longer be here! But, like Sun, I will rise again on the third day!"

At your words, the apostles become sad and taciturn, not knowing what to answer. But You add: "Courage, do not lose heart, I will not leave you, I will be always with you. But it is necessary that I die for the good of you all."

In saying these words, You are moved. 

But with trembling voice You continue to instruct them. 

And before enclosing Yourself in the cenacle, You look at the sun which is setting, just as your life is setting. You offer your steps for those who find themselves at the setting of their life, giving them the grace to let it set in You, and repairing for those who, in spite of the sorrows and disillusions of life, are obstinate in not wanting to surrender to You.

Then You look at Jerusalem again, the center of your prodigies and of the predilections of your Heart - Jerusalem which, in return, is preparing your cross, and is sharpening the nails to commit the deicide. And You tremble, your Heart breaks - and You cry over its destruction.

With this, You repair for many souls consecrated to You... 

whom You tried to form with so much care as portents of your love... 

but ungrateful and unrequiting, they make You suffer more bitternesses! 

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I want to repair together with You. 

To sweeten the stabbing of your Heart. 

But I see that You are horrified at the sight of Jerusalem. 

And withdrawing your gaze, You enter the cenacle. 

My Love, hold me tightly to your Heart.

That I may make your bitternesses my own. 

To offer them together with You. 

And You, look with pity upon my soul. 

And pouring your Love into it - bless me.

[Passie, 18-19u]