consolata 7

WORDS ON LOVE & MERCY

'Write, My Benigna, Apostle of My Mercy, write this: 

The principal thing I desire to make known, is that I am all Love. 

the greatest pain souls can give Me, is to doubt My goodness. 

Not only does My Heart feel compassion, but It rejoices when there is much to repair, provided souls have no malice. If thou couldst know how powerfully I would operate in a soul, even filled with miseries, if she would let Me! Love has need of nothing, but it must find no resistance. 

Often all that is required of a soul to render it holy, is to let Me act. Imperfections cannot displease Me, unless the souls loves them. She should use them as so many steps of the ladder to mount to Me, by means of humility, confidence and love. I descend to the soul that humbles herself, and go to seek her in her nothingness, to unite Myself to her.'

'Thou canst not conceive the pleasure I take...

in fulfilling My mission of Saviour. 

When sins have been pardoned, they become for the soul fountains of graces, because they are perpetual sources of humility. Everything contributes to the advancement of a soul, everything. even her imperfections are in My Divine Hands like so many precious stones. because I change them into acts of humility, which I inspire the soul to make. 

If those who build houses could transform the debris and all that obstructs their work into materials of construction, how fortunate they would consider themselves! Well, the faithful soul does this with the aid of My divine graces. And her faults, even the gravest and most shameful, become fundamental stones of the edifice of her perfection.'

'My Benigna, the thirst I experience... 

of saving the greatest possible number of souls... 

impels Me to seel [ogen sluiten] generous ones whom I can associate in My work of love.'

'Provided I find good will in a soul... 

I am never tired of looking upon its miseries. 

My love is fed by consuming miseries. The soul that brings Me the most, if the heart is contrite and humble, is the one that pleases Me most, because she gives Me an opportunity of exercising more fully My office of Saviour. 

But what I wish particularly to say to thee, My Benigna, is that the soul ought never to be afraid of God. Because God is all-merciful. The greatest pleasure of the Sacred Heart of thy Jesus is to lead to His Father numerous sinners. They are My glory and My jewels. I love poor sinners so much! 

Listen, My Benigna, My Joy, write this: The greatest pleasure souls can give Me is to believe in My Love. The more they believe in it, the greater is My pleasure. And if they wish that My pleasure should be immense, let them place no limits to their faith in My love.'

'Love and mercy are, as it were...

the breath of My most meek Heart. 

I inspire... 

i.e. I draw into Myself the miseries of My poor, weak creatures... 

to consume them in the fire of My Divine Charity. 

And then I respire... 

that is, I breathe forth from My most Loving Heart that fire which devours it and is capable of inflaming many hearts. 

I must needs consume the miseries of My poor, weak creatures, and I never tire of cleansing souls again and again, because I cleanse them in My most Precious Blood. 

Thou canst not believe, O Benigna, the pleasure I experience in the office of Saviour. It is My happiness. 

And I make the most beautiful masterpieces precisely from souls that I have drawn from the lowest things, from the mud, because I have more material to work upon.'

'I love men so much! 

Yes, they have too narrow an idea of the goodness of God... 

of His mercy, of His love for His creatures. 

They measure God by creatures, and God has no limits.

His goodness is without bounds. 

O that man are able to use God and will not do it! 

Why is this? 

Because the world knows Him not. 

I am an infinite treasure which My Father has placed at the disposal of all.

I love men.

I love them tenderly as My dear brethren. 

Although there is an infinite distance between them and Me... 

I make no account of it.'

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