Thursday, June 2, 2005

All the words that came out of you were from your dearest Jesus. I stood by your side, even if you thought I had left you. I, your Jesus, heard you crying and begging the Heavenly Father. Did you think that your tears would not be fruitful?

You stand under My cross and suffer. I allow you to suffer, to comfort me. Always remember that my suffering of the cross is renewed in you. What now happens to you, that happens in me. I am persecuted anew, humiliated, mocked, denied and accused. You belong to me and are mine, therefore you will bear this suffering with me. Wear it out of love for me.

Allow your tears and do not hold them back, for it is not your tears that you cry. They are the tears of your mother and my tears. The wicked one will rage against you. You will have to endure much through him. But in the end my heart and ours will triumph.