"My children; Again, in a motherly way, I implore you to stop for a moment and to reflect on yourselves and on the transience of this your earthly life. Then reflect on eternity and the eternal beatitude. What do you want? Which way do you want to set out on? The Father`s love sends me to be a mediatrix for you, to show you with motherly love the way which leads to the purity of soul; a soul unburdened by sin; a soul that will come to know eternity. I am praying that the light of the love of my Son may illuminate you, so that you may triumph over weaknesses and come out of misery. You are my children and I desire for all of you to be on the way of salvation. Therefore, my children, gather around me that I may have you come to know the love of my Son and thus open the door of eternal beatitude. Pray as I do for your shepherds. Again I caution you: do not judge them, because my Son chose them. Thank you." (July 2, 2012)
Our Lady speaks of the light of the love of her Son, the light that opens the door of eternal beatitude. That light can shine in the most amazing ways. Because Jesus can be present to us in the most amazing circumstances and through the most unusual people. Here is an account of the light of Christ told by Caryll Houselander, an English spiritual writer and mystic found in one of her early letters:
I have a friend, a man who had an appalling tragedy in his life, namely that his wife went out of her mind and vanished with their four-year-old child. He spent a fortune trying to find them, but never did so. The police presumed that the poor woman had taken her life and the child's too, but the father never knew for certain, and does not know to this day. Well, he took to drink, which one can understand, and he went rapidly downhill until at last he was living in doss-houses and the streets.
He was in despair. He had lost faith in God and hope in life. He was drinking himself to death. Actually his kidneys were already diseased, and the doctors who had seen him in hospital told him to his face that he was a hopeless case. He just drank more to make an end of it all sooner.
Then for some time he disappeared. His occasional visits to me ceased. Five years passed in which all my efforts to trace him failed; and then to my astonishment he turned up again, a changed man. He no longer drank. He had got and kept a good job. He had taken a room and made it bright and homely although he was alone; and though he was still a semi-invalid he was able to work and was cheerful. No bitterness remained, only tenderness to everyone and belief in God.
What had happened? He told me that in the doss-houses the poor "down-and-outs," and "old lags" and the drunkards had shown him divine charity. When he was starving they had shared their last crusts with him. They had taught him to keep out the cold with old newspapers. They had spread their own ragged coats over him. They had shared with him the cigarette ends which they had picked up in the gutter.
He started to marvel. First of all he asked himself how was it that men so bad, so outcast, so insensitive and so ignorant as most of them really were, could have in them a strain of brotherly love stronger than the evil around them and sometimes in them? That was the question. But another one arose: What on earth could any of them see in him worth one moment's kindness?
He pondered this and arrived at the great truth of the presence of Christ in man. Whatever is loving and whatever is lovable, he thought, is Christ in man. This idea changed his whole life, as I have told you. The change, by the by, lasted. He has resumed his life among his fellow beings, but very often he returns to the doss-houses to try and give to others some of the faith and kindness they gave to him. (The Letters of Caryll Houselander, Her Spiritual Legacy. Edited by Maisie Ward. 1965. P. 4-6)
As you can see, this story is amazing. The light of Christ came through the other derelicts to this poor man. That light was Christ's love, shining through their darkness, and re-instilling hope in him, a hope that endured. What none of his friends could do, none of his family could give him, the Lord was able to give to him through complete strangers in the worst of circumstances. Our Lady wants us to all be sources of that light, that love, for those in need all around us. As Caryll Houselander said, "Whatever is loving and whatever is lovable, he thought, is Christ in Man." It is only necessary to be dwelling places of Christ, i.e. to let Him live in us. As she says, "I am praying that the light of the love of my Son may illuminate you, so that you may triumph over weaknesses and come out of misery."
Have a blessed weekend, and in your hearts may Jesus come to rest and dwell. Be illuminated!