November 25, 1975
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL FLOWER
My son, what is the most beautiful flower of Paradise and of the earth?
My son, what is the most beautiful work of the creation?
My son, what is most beloved by the Divine Trinity?
It is the Immaculate Heart of my Mother, and your Mother also, object of the eternal love of God, three and one. Therefore: God desired to make a gift to you of what is most beloved by him.
A marvellous and fragrant flower, she has within herself the perfumes of all the virtues; a flower that has no equal in heaven or earth; there is a great distance between her beauty and that of the angels and all the creatures of earth.
God beheld her from all eternity; God loved her and made her the object of his complacency from eternity. God wanted her next to him for the realization of his infinite design of love. He made her powerful, Coredemptrix, Mother, Queen.
Before her the angelic hierarchies kneel, and the generations upon earth call her blessed.
God so loved men to the point of giving his Son for them, and after his Son, his Mother, but men have not always demonstrated, nor demonstrate having understood the gift of God.
A flower made of immaculate candor, of purity, of love, of generosity. A unique flower in Heaven and on earth; there will never be another equal to it. She is the true masterpiece of God, in the presence of which everything else is small. Well then, this Mother has a capacity of love that does not have limits. Those who do not admit this, for they say they do not believe in the numerous interventions of my Mother in favor of humanity sojourning upon earth, do not know what love is, their heart is arid; their minds are darkened to such an extent that they do not see.
You do not know what love is
I already told you that faith, hope and love can never be separated. They are distinct (somewhat like the Persons of the most Holy Trinity), but united; they are one and three. How could it be in any other way? They are supernatural virtues communicated to the soul of every Christian by God himself, by which the Christian is made a child of God, a participant of his nature and therefore similar to God.
My poor children, my poor priests, how sad is your life; you do not know what love is! How sad a life is yours: you do not know the moving cause of joy, of happiness, of hope! You do not know the strength that makes one overcome trials and difficulties. How corrupt is your nature!
The world and the demon continually put obstacles in your path; therefore you fall very frequently. Why are you restless and rebellious? Because where there is no love there is resentment, that often degenerates into hatred, even in my ministers. No, children, there are no neutral zones. One is either in the area of the infinite love of God, or one is in the area of the enemy of God and of men, that is, of Satan.
Then, not to believe in, or even to doubt, the numerous interventions of myself and of my Mother in favor of humanity (interventions realized according to the needs of the times) is like denying the essence of God, which is love, and the reality of the most beautiful Flower of Heaven and of earth, which is the Immaculate Heart of my Mother. Love tends necessarily toward the object loved; love pours itself out over the object loved. Not to understand this is not to understand the nature of love.
I have already lamented the behavior of the hierarchy about this matter, concerning which the necessary importance was not given. It was not investigated sufficiently nor objectively. The judgments given by many bishops were conditioned by fright, by personal fears, the dread of compromising oneself, etc. Truth, truth alone was not sought, despoiling it of every extraneous element. Their terrible ego breaks out in all their actions; their fear of responsibility, in fine, they themselves first, the interests of God and that of souls, afterwards.
How much time lost, how many souls treated unjustly, how many unjust condemnations! How many souls they have deprived of blessings! Tremendous is the responsibility of those who have authority to investigate, to judge with truth and justice and not, with meanness and injustice. They act with lies when they put their own person before the true interests of God; with injustice great harm is done to souls with unjust condemnations.
Love without measure
Son, I would like to make you comprehend, with a comparison, the magnificent plan of love of your Lord:
Imagine parents that have an only son whom they love intensely and who forms the object and finality of their lives. Well then, one day it is asked of them to give this son to save from death other human creatures; these parents, still loving their son with an indescribable love, themselves seal his death. The son, who also loves his parents without measure, permits himself to be sacrificed for his own brethren. Love without measure of the father and mother for those condemned to die, if it were not for this sacrifice of the son; love without measure of the son for his parents and for his younger brethren who must be saved.
Love tends to give and to give itself. God loves his Son infinitely and gives him for the salvation of humanity. The Son loves the Father infinitely and permits himself to die to humanity. The heavenly Father and Mother both love their son, and. give him for the salvation of men.
The love of the Son for the heavenly Father and for men is found in his Merciful Heart, just as the love of my Mother and yours for God, three and one, and for you, is found in her Immaculate Heart. But what do my unbelieving priests know about this mystery of love? Here is their spiritual aridity; behold why they do not want to suffer! Suffering is the soul of love.
Indeed, the victim souls have understood this, but priests what do they know and what do they have to give to souls, if they are deprived of love? What else do they have to give, except themselves? For this reason they always seek themselves, although with words they speak hypocritically of love; their fine and elegant words will always be frigid and deprived of any force of penetration. They are mercenaries who do nothing without satisfying themselves, who do not know what it means to adapt oneself, to adhere to the Will of God, since love demands this. They are egotists; they are proud. They are mercenaries who, in a day not too far away, when the wolves enter into the flock to scatter the sheep, will flee by thousands and thousands, leaving only ruin behind them.
They will betray God and their brethren; they will provide for themselves alone.
How can they love if they have never known love? And this is because of their own fault, son, their own fault, because they allowed the impulses of my grace to fall into a vacuum.
What a tremendous vision; in what an obscure zone are these priests of mine, sons of my Church; how much coldness and frigidity there is around them!
“Qui non diligit, manet in morte.” He who does not love, remains in death; yes, they are in death, because the soul without love is dead. They are in darkness for not seeing and believing what simple souls see and believe. They are a dead weight for my Church; they are gangrenous members in my Mystical Body; they are an incalculable suffering and harm for themselves and for souls; they are branches separated from the vine; they are like the accursed fig tree that produced only leaves and no fruit.
Poor sons; pride and presumption made them lose the right path; they are incapable of ascending toward the conquest of good; they do not have strength to climb to the summit of the holy Mountain. It is necessary to awaken them from this sleep of death into which they have fallen.
What should be done, O Lord?
My son, you know! Humility, prayer, and suffering! With humility pride is crushed; with suffering the flame is enkindled; with prayer one is impelled toward God and to Piety and Mercy.
Son, behold why I want the bishops to try to give life to their parishes, with the foundation of my friends, the "Pious Union of Friends of Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament." They should understand that this is a question of faith and of love. It is much more important than any other activity, to enkindle the fire of love, to enkindle the brazier of faith and of charity. It is possible to do so everywhere; the number of those who join does not matter; what is important is that in all parishes, my friends, present in the mystery of faith and of love, should be converted into my allies, in order to save so many souls who are in danger.
It is necessary, so that in the hours of darkness that are approaching, the souls of the faithful may know where they can be prepared and nourish themselves and so they may have a secure place in order not to get lost in the darkness of the night.
It costs little; therefore let them do it now, when they still have time. For now, this is enough, my son; he who has ears to hear, let him hear.
I bless you. Offer Me your sufferings; remain with Me. On this night you kept vigil and you consoled Me with your love.