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Date Posted: 10:30
Author: Anonymous - 22 Nov 2001
Subject: The passion of Christ
16 THE PASSION
the God who is going to receive
His last breath.
Also look at Me, you souls who wish to be My
faithful imitators. My Body, destroyed by so much
torture, walks without strength, bathed in sweat and
Blood…. I suffer, without anyone being sorry for My
pain! The mob walks with Me and there is not a
single person who feels pity for Me. They all
surround Me like hungry wolves, wanting to devour
their prey… All the demons came out of hell to make
My suffering worse.
The fatigue that I feel is so great and the Cross so
heavy that half -way through, I fall. See how those
inhuman men lift Me up in the most brutal manner.
One takes Me by the arm, another pulls My clothes
that are stuck to My wounds, tearing them open
again…. This one grabs Me by the neck, the other by
the hair, others discharge with their fists and even
with their feet terrible blows all over My Bod y. The
Cross falls over Me and with its weight causes new
wounds. My face brushes over the stones on the path
and the blood which runs down My face sticks to My
eyes that are almost closed because of the blows they
have received; the dust and the mud mingl e with the
blood and I am turned into the most repugnant
My Father sends Angels to help Me support
Myself so that My Body does not lose consciousness
when it falls, so that the battle may not be won
before its time and all My souls are lost.
I walk over the stones that destroy My feet. I
stumble and fall time and time again. I look at both
sides of the road, searching for a small look of love,
of surrender, of union with My pain, but… I do not
My children, you who follow in My footsteps, do
not let go of your cross even if it seems so heavy. Do
it for Me. In carrying your cross, you will help Me
carry Mine, and on the difficult path, you will find
My Mother and the holy souls who will give you
support and comfort. Continue with Me for a f ew
moments, and a few steps ahead you will see Me in
the presence of My Holy Mother who, with her Heart
pierced by pain, comes out to meet Me for two
reasons: to get more strength to suffer at the sight of
her God and, with her heroic attitude, to give her Son
encouragement to continue His work of Redemption.
Consider the martyrdom of these two Hearts.
What My Mother loves most is her Son…. She cannot
ease My pains and she knows that her visit will make
My sufferings much worse, but it will also increase
My strength to fulfill the Will of the Father.
My Mother is My most beloved being on earth,
and not only can I not console her, but the sad state
in which she sees Me causes her heart a suffering as
deep as Mine. She allows a sob to escape. She
receives in her heart the death that I suffer in My
Body. O, how her eyes are fixed on Me and Mine on
her! We do not utter a single word, but our Hearts
say many things in this painful gaze.
Yes, My Mother witnessed all the tortures of My
Passion, which through Divine revelation were
presented to her spirit. Several disciples, even
though they remained far for fear of the Jews, tried to
find out everything and would inform My Mother….
When she found out that the death sentence had
already been given, she departed to me et Me and did
not abandon Me until they placed Me in the grave.
J JESUS ESUS I IS S H HELPED TO ELPED TO C CARRY THE ARRY THE C CROSS ROSS
I am on My way to Calvary. Those wicked men,
fearing to see Me die before reaching the end, look
for someone to help Me carry the Cross, and from the
vicinity they seized a man called Simon.
Look at him behind Me, helping Me carry the
Cross, and above all consider two things: this man
lacks good will, and is a mercenary because if he
comes and shares with Me the weight of the Cross, it
is because he has been r equisitioned. For that reason,
when he feels too tired, he lets the weight fall more
on Me and thus, I fall to the ground twice.
This man helps Me carry part of the Cross but
not My entire Cross.
There are souls that walk this way behind Me.
They accept to help Me carry My Cross but they still
worry about comfort and rest. Many others agree to
follow Me and, with this end, they have embraced
the perfect life. But they do not abandon their self -interests,
which keep on being, in many cases, their
priority. That is why they falter and drop My Cross
when it weighs upon them too much. They look to
suffer in the least possible way, they measure their
self-denial, evade humiliation and fatigue as much as
possible, and, remembering perhaps with sorrow,
those whom t hey left behind, they try to obtain for
themselves certain comforts and pleasures.
In a word, there are souls who are so selfish and
egotistical that they have come, more for themselves
than for Me, in pursuit of Me. They resign
themselves only to give wha t bothers them and what
they cannot put aside… They help Me carry only a
very small part of My Cross, and in such a manner
that they can hardly acquire the indispensable merits
for their salvation.
exerts from the passion
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