On Giving Glory
to God With joy: "If
you knew what joy you give Me in letting Me do with you as I
desire. Very few souls consent to abandon themselves completely
as I would wish at moments of great sacrifice."
Jesus and Mary
are not separated in the history of the divine graces that I
have constantly received. Jesus gave me for guide and light: the
Host and the Star. The Host was Himself; the Star, no other than
His incomparable Mother.
I entrusted the
task of my preparation for my communion to Our Lady. I received
Jesus from the hands of my gentle Mother. Returning to my place,
guided by Her, I imagined myself surrounded by a crowd of
angelic spirits who formed the court of my Divine King. During
my thanksgiving, often, Mary spoke for me; I had only to listen,
to unite myself to Her, to contemplate my Savior, to love Him.
All the graces of paradise reach the earth by means of the
Blessed Virgin. She it is, our all-merciful Mother, who
dispenses infinite riches. I will, then, be a little beggar of
love, on behalf of all souls, for the greater glory of our
Father in Heaven. It is Our Lady who will distribute the wealth
of the Heart of Jesus and, buried in the Heart of Mary, I shall
unceasingly beg their outpouring, Yes, in Heaven, until the end
of the world, I shall constantly beg for love.
My task throughout eternity, and until the end of the world, is
and will be to radiate, through the most Holy Virgin, the Heart
of Jesus on all souls.
I found the motto for which I had sought so long, and which
corresponded to my every aspiration and summarized all my
sentiments: “Love and let Jesus and Mary have their way.” This
was an expression that satisfied me. “Love” that meant unto
folly, even to martyrdom. “Have their way” this was perfect
surrender, the self-surrender that supposed annihilation and
destruction of myself. “Let Jesus have His way” meant let the
God of love act freely; “let Mary have Her way,” this was to
entrust blindly to my Mother the task of realizing Jesus in me,
cloaked and hidden by my outward being.
The Heart of the Immaculate Virgin is an abyss of wonders. Enter
this most pure sanctuary with respect, and contemplate an
incomparable masterpiece of purity, love and of every virtue.
Mary is a mother; her great desire is to clothe her children
with her own virtues for the glory of Jesus. You have entered
into her Heart, do not leave it…remain there and learn from her.
Ask her to embellish your soul according to the divine ideal.
And in the Heart of Mary you will soon come to know the Heart of
On Jesus and the Eucharist
From what God had given me to understand about Himself, these
last days, the presence of Jesus in the Sacred Host became clear
to me. Yesterday and this morning, the same supernatural
understanding. The veil of mystery is torn asunder. He is there,
my God, Infinite Unity, the Adorable Trinity, under the
appearance of a fragment of bread. He is there, Jesus with His
Sacred Humanity, His Body, His Precious Blood, His Soul, with
His Eternal Divinity; He is there, whole and entire, in each
consecrated Host in the whole universe and in each particle of a
Exterior things had no place in my thoughts which were centered
on Him Who was to become my guest. Great was my happiness! Jesus
was mine and I was His. This first intimate union left in my
soul, together with other graces, a hunger for His Body and
Blood, a hunger which increased with each ensuing visit.
It was my greatest joy each morning to approach the Altar and
unite myself with our Divine Savior.
If souls but understood the Treasure they possess in the Divine
Eucharist it would be necessary to encircle the Tabernacles with
the strongest of ramparts for, in the delirium of an
overwhelming and holy hunger, they would themselves press
forward to feed on the Bread of Angels.
The Eucharistic Heart draws me more and more to the Sacred Host.
As I pass near the chapel, I am moved by an irresistible impulse
to enter. Near the tabernacle I experience an indefinable joy.
When the Blessed Sacrament is exposed I am enraptured,
paralyzed, as it were, by the Eucharistic Heart. When I leave
the Chapel, I am obliged to wrench myself from the Divine
Holy Communion, for a soul consumed in Jesus, is the outpouring
of the Infinite, the pleasure of sovereign perfection in supreme
Beauty, the gift of the Eternal to the Uncreated, the embrace of
God the Father and His Word which engenders the Spirit of Love,
an outpouring of love between the three adorable persons, an
effusion of tenderness from the Heart of indivisible Unity.
Our Lord spoke to me of the love of His Agonizing Heart. He made
clear to me that, in the angel sent to console Him in
Gethsemane, He saw all souls, and particularly all consecrated
souls, who in the centuries to come would wish to share in His
Our Redeemer longs to pardon and forget. He often awaits only a
gesture or a thought of love on our part to grant an
extraordinary grace to some sinner.
To save a single soul and to glorify You, I would be happy, with
your grace, to suffer in the place of this soul, if it were
It is His Eucharistic Heart that is making me realize a little
His inconceivable love. I hear every moment His divine sigh: “I
have desired with great desire to eat this Passover with you.”
He always yearns to give Himself.