December 3, 1975

THEY HAVE GONE OVER TO THE ENEMY

Write, my son:

I, Jesus, the Word of God made Flesh, today see my Church in a very different state from that which I founded it in the beginning.

What has remained of the true, genuine structure? I almost do not recognize it.

Are the bishops of today the Apostles of yesterday? Are they guided by the same disinterested zeal of the first times? Is it the same spirit of humility and of poverty that guides them? Are the priests of today similar to the disciples of yesterday? No, my son!

I do not mean that in the beginning there were no weak persons or deserters, but the spirit of the good was the spirit of God; the faith that animated them, that hope that sustained them, was from God; the charity that united them was true charity. Even the pagans, when they saw the spirit that animated them, said: "Behold how they love one another," and this charity attracted the pagans to them.

Today, my son, things are very different. With the exception of a few truly good and holy persons, not even the bishops love their priests with the true charity of Christ; in their exterior they are affable, but interiorly they are as cold as metal. Among priests fraternal love consists of empty words; malevolence reigns more than fraternity; they are always ready to ally themselves to anyone in order to be above their brothers; they are always ready to transform themselves into defenders of God against another priest. I do not speak of envy, jealousy and resentment, which often happens when one speaks evil of a brother and calumniates him; Satan has flooded the Church with this vice in our days. I also remind you of the wounds inflicted upon my Mystical Body by sins against the sixth and ninth commandments.

The sacrileges are numberless, and they are consummated with such indifference that even Judas did not know. In a recent message I pointed out the pus that has accumulated in the interior of my Mystical Body. Oh, if only one could make an opening in my Mystical Body, as it is done in a physical body, this pus would come out with great violence!

My son, I cannot permit souls to continue falling into hell; I cannot be passive, while my infinite suffering is useless for so many souls, while my Blood is useless and even my very death is useless.

My infinite mercy demands the hour of justice against the injustice perpetrated by Satan, who is a thief and a murderer, and who has entered into a free alliance and collaboration with persons who voluntarily work for the perdition of souls, that I have loved from all eternity.

Tremendous responsibility

My son, if I caused you to see the tremendous responsibility of my consecrated souls in this work of devastation, of effrontery and laceration of souls in combination with the forces of Hell, you could not survive for one instant.

I want it to be known by everyone that, while the moral and spiritual evil persists in my Church, the hour of purification cannot be put off, not even by the pleas of my Mother and by the efficacious sufferings of victim souls.

The salvation of souls is such a great thing that nothing else should be placed before it. God sees what you are unable to see.

The Mercy of God, the Patience of God, the Longanimity of God, are much greater than what you can imagine; but the havoc that is realized in souls day and night by sin, cannot be tolerated.

My son, how much longer will men, slow to understand, realize the futility of so many affairs, in which they spend and utilize their time and energy? Here I do not speak of those who are far from Me, but rather of those who say they are my followers, and the majority of them place God and their soul in the last place. For God and for their soul they would never perform the sacrifices, that they make every day in order to have the caprices of their body, of which they have made an idol. Just think: what can I expect of the rest? But what gives Me the greatest pain is that my sentinels, that is, my consecrated souls, in great part have passed over to the enemy.

All of you, I repeat, fortunately do not see what I see. I see everything, even the most hidden thoughts. You can never comprehend the sadness of my Merciful Heart, and the sadness of the maternal and Immaculate Heart of my Mother.

They continue walking along the tortuous paths of hypocrisy, and the majority of them do not want to take the divine way of the cross and of prayer.

For now it is enough; I bless you. Offer Me your sufferings that are now great, but it is only in offering them with love that you give joy to my Heart.