'O, My Benigna!
Be the Apostle of My love!
Cry aloud, so that all the world may hear...
that I hunger, I thirst, I die to be received by My creatures...
and they make so little account of it!
-
O do thou at least, My Benigna, make...
as many spiritual communions as possible...
to supply for the Sacramental communions which are not made.
One every quarter of an hour is not enough.
Make them shorter, but more numerous.
If a wife saw her spouse dying of hunger...
she would go from door to door to beg for Him.
My Benigna, seek to draw souls to receive Me in Holy Communion.
Thou art the Apostle of My Love.
-
But when thy body shall be under the earth...
and thy soul in Heaven like a little atom in My Heart for all eternity...
then it will be thy Mother who will make known to souls...
what thou shalt have written.'
[bron]
Geen opmerkingen:
Een reactie posten