August 27, 1994
After Communion - Priests’ Residence Chapel
Her Face Tells The Story Of The Horror She Saw
Messenger: Mary, so young and beautiful, her beautiful young face, her bright eyes. She looks so tenderly at the Baby Son and His beautiful eyes.
Her face, her horror, her sorrow, looking down at the lifeless body of her Son. Her face tells the story of the horror she saw. Once a Baby, bright and beautiful, His body now bloodied, her beloved Child dead in her arms.
His side a bloody mess where He was lanced. His hands were pierced. His feet were pierced. The nails and the crown, now removed. All that remains are holes and punctures. Her precious eyes behold this sight, the dead body of her Baby.
I keep seeing the faces, the face I saw on the statue, the joyful face, the young face, the sorrowful face that looked as if it would crack, all glistening and aglow to accent the event.
Do we listen? Do we see? Do we feel? Do we know that Jesus is still pouring out His love this very day? This is the same Mother at our side. This is the same Jesus I just received in the Eucharist. He gave Himself then, He gives Himself now to me, in Holy Communion!
When will I let myself feel His true Life within me? When will I hear His plaintive cries that He loves us so much to have died for us? When will my heart be open to this reality? Life is a fleeting moment and the reality is that this same Jesus enters my soul in such love this day!
Do I hear Him? I, who hear His words, take so lightly this tremendous love. Do words even exist to describe this love? Is "tremendous" a word that sums up the love He has?
He says He is a furnace burning for love of us. These are words. These are not sufficient to explain His love. He shows me, in the face of Mary, the reality. He has truly given His very own flesh, His very own Blood. He was human. He gave Himself. He gives Himself to us this day.
I hear His pleading cries after Communion, "I give you Myself. Tell them, tell them."
And they run, they run to do useless tasks and He is still in their bodies.
Jesus: I am the Way, the Truth and the Life. I am He whose bootstraps you are unworthy to fasten and I, God, come to you in such love and you treat Me so coldly. Tell them My beautiful child, listen to My words, tell them with your whole heart what you experience here. I am God and I love them so much.
It is in meditating on My passion, on My Mother's sufferings, you will know of the intensity of Our love. Love is not described in words, love is felt in the heart. You must feel the mysteries of the rosary in your heart. To love Me is to live in Me. Live in your heart Our love for you. Feel the mysteries of the rosary. This is only a foreshadowing of the love I have this day for you.
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