January 22, 1976

SAVORING THE DIVINE

Many times I have spoken of the present crisis of faith, with which my Church is infected; it is an evil that all humanity is infected with.

The earth is now being transformed more and more into an arid desert, in which here and there are found oases, who keep the divine life of grace circulating in my Mystical Body.

Yes, my son, if all the members of a body were dead, we would not have a living body but rather a cadaver in putrefaction. The Church can never die nor become totally arid: this is guaranteed by my explicit words. No one can doubt this.

The presence of the Holy Spirit is also guaranteed, and even today, among the putrefaction of cadavers that cover it, there are not lacking good souls, truly holy ones, who will receive credit for having contributed to the circulation of divine life.

A few days ago I spoke to you of the priests of the Marian Movement, a militia chosen and desired by my Merciful Heart and by the Immaculate Heart of my Mother, the support and defense of my Vicar upon earth, who is now the target of so many attacks. It is the militia desired, blessed and guided by my Mother, to prepare, by fighting the impudent and rash tyranny of Satan, the great hour of liberation, the great hour of the Queen of Victories.

The new spring

Among these priests is X; he is dear to Me because of his desire of perfection and also by his love for the marvelous work that the world ignores and that the proud reject, but that the humble love: “The Poem of the Man-God.”

It is a work desired by divine Wisdom and Providence for the new times; it is a source of living and pure water.

It is I, the living and eternal Word, who am giving myself as food to the souls that I love. I am light, and light is not confused, nor much less fused, with darkness. Where I enter, darkness is dissipated, to give place to the light.

Where there is no life, there is death, and death is putrefaction. There is a spiritual putrefaction that is no less nauseating than organic putrefaction of bodies that rot. I, who am truth and life, living water and the light of the world, how could I make my dwelling in souls infected with the concupiscence of the flesh and of the spirit?

Son, this also proves that he who has not felt in the "Poem" the savor of the divine, the perfume of the supernatural, has his soul darkened and filled with obstacles.

There are bishops, priests and men and women religious who still hide themselves in this prudence, for them the cause of so many imprudences. They withdraw inside themselves and know not that they are in the refuge of the demon. Prudence is virtue, and virtue is not nauseated at the presence of the divine.

My son, to what depths have we arrived!

Let Rev. X know that every time he re-reads the “Poem of the ManGod,” he is giving Me joy, for all those who have denied it to Me.

Let him fear nothing, even if there are those who reject it and do not understand it.

Be aware of this: our goods are very different from the “goods” of the world; the love that we bring to souls, is always united to suffering: this is a law.

Suffering is a means not only useful but even necessary, for the transformation, for the purification and divinization of the soul.

Son, how much it is necessary to pray, to practice mortification, and to make reparation for oneself and for the brethren.

If the hour of purification has sounded, also the vigorous buds that announce springtime have already sprung forth.

Courage! I and my Mother are with all of you.