A lesson in love by Jesus, in an outpouring of love which was so intense that it nearly put an end to my life.
“My dear victim soul, in the chalice of propitiation which is offered every day on altars are my Blood and the victim souls’ tears of generous love. For your pain is love. Out of love you have asked for pain; out of love I have given it to you; out of love you endure it. Everything is love in the victims: the smile at my love consoling them, the moan over the torture of the flesh, and tears over human incomprehension or betrayal or from affliction on perceiving that your God is not loved. And you should not be ashamed of crying over the first two things. I wept before you did, for man also has flesh and a heart, and tears are wrung out of them when they are tortured, and tears do not degrade the sacrifice of love.
“But water along with wine was needed in the chalice. Living Blood and the water of the supreme sacrifice. And the water from my Side was the first drop of the holy spring which would later be augmented by the victim souls, martyrs - oh, yes, martyrs! - and you will be recognized as such in Heaven, even if it is not granted to you to shed your blood in violent martyrdom.
“This is the Eucharistic wine which the priest puts into the chalice and lifts up, offering it for the needs of the world and assistance to those who are already out of the world, and he upraises it in offering it filled with my Blood and the ‘prayers of the saints’ on earth, above all - that is, their sufferings in love to honor God. Yes, soul of mine! For all holiness, in order to be attained, is made up of sufferings. Struggles against passions and temptations, against mockery, persecutions, and illnesses. That is the Calvary of the saints.
“And as the prayers of the saints give off smoke and fragrance before my throne in Heaven, so the incense of adoration rises to the Lord God from the earth, offered by the just in their perpetual Mass of their latreutic, Eucharistic, propitiatory, and impetratory sacrifice, consummated together with mine. For I have granted you this in my love, which wants you to be where I am and identifies you with Me, O shoots that are most alive among the living shoots: to be able to do all that I do.
“You see, soul of mine, that, though for fifteen years illnesses have been nails for you, nailing you to your cross, you are in all the Masses and all the chalices, in all the Hosts which are celebrated and offered every day on the altars of the whole world, more than if you were present at the Sacrifice in your parish church. Indeed, this gives you another trait of resemblance to Me. I, too, on Good Friday and Holy Saturday, was kept from being present in the Temple, but in reality I was never a worshipper of the Father at any other time as I was on the Cross, outside the wall of the Holy City, on the abominable mount....
“Soul in love, with whom I am in love, consider, consider, what love grants! It frees the creature’s desires from the creature’s limitations, those desires which Love itself prompts and renders immense, and the creature’s spirit - another trait of likeness to Me - can be spiritually present on all altars, in all chalices and Hosts, with Me.
“Come, fuse yourself increasingly with my Body, my Blood! No longer close, but united, united to Me! Sing with Me, with all the rejoicing of those worshipping God, their Father: ‘Now, then, O Holy Father, we offer You this sacrifice to honor You, thank You, propitiate You, and beseech You for all the graces which your Church and your faithful need to receive, in addition to praying for the deceased and asking that your power may convert those who are outside the sheepfold to your Christ, the one, holy Shepherd.’
“Be glad, soul of mine! Be glad! The Lord is with you.”