December 3, 1977

MY CHURCH

Beautiful, pure, clothed with truth and love thus I desire it, and thus it will be

Write, my son; I am Jesus. and I ask you to take up your pen.

What is happening in my Church in which nevertheless there dwell admirable souls is truly abominable!

On various occasions in preceding messages, I told you that if I allowed you to see what exists behind the façade of my Church, you would die instantly: an infamous marriage, a nauseating concubinage of my ministers, of my faithful, and even of rny bishops, with the darksome forces of evil. This is only one of the tragic aspects of this desolating reality, it is the desolation of desolations, a great desolation, that demands an energetic intervention and an anticipation of the times.

Son, I am the Bridegroom that ardently desires to meet the Bride on the wedding day. I am the Bridegroom that burns with the desire of taking his Bride out of the filth into which she has been thrown, to make her again beautiful, pure, clothed with love and with immaculate whiteness. This is how I want her to be, and this is how my Bride of tomorrow will be. Woe to him who tries to attack her whiteness! I am jealous of her, and I will no longer permit her to be insulted!

It is truly a paradoxical and absurd thing

My regenerated Church should no longer be beneath the supremacy of the pride of men, who have become slaves of the dark powers of evil. My son, the battle directed by the prince of darkness, who makes use of the materialistic conception of life, has placed the Church, and not only the Church, but all of humanity, in a dead end street, and this can only result in the most tremendous tragedy of the history of the human race, a tragedy without precedent. I tell you that it is truly a paradoxical and absurd thing, that humanity is traveling with such levity toward such an immense catastrophe. The exaltation of matter, in all its diverse aspects; the glorification of force, the divinization of all that is corruptible, scorn for all the values of the immortal spirit, that do not perish, scorn for the conquests of the spirit, the reason and finality of the first and second creation, are the causes of the abyss into which the Church and the peoples of the earth are about to fall.

In my regenerated Church, the individual, family and social life of men should be free of all these false and deceitful “goods,” for which at present men and nations work and sweat, fight and die, thus harvesting the sad reality of sin, that is to say: eternal condemnation. This, my son, is madness; and he who brought this madness to the earth is also mad. The life of the human race upon earth will be re-dimensioned, in the number and in the desire of always new demands.

Poor humanity... you will be saved, but not by your merits and at what a price!

Son, it will be men themselves, who with their hands will destroy this their civilization of matter, of material things, not knowing that genuine civilization is not of material things, but of the immortal spirit. It is not to me that this destruction should be imputed, of their nauseating, pagan civilization, which is leading them to an extreme ruin, to brutal violence, to the exaltation of crime, to the legalization of crime. Behold, abortion is presented as a “social conquest!”

Not to Me, my son, not to Me, but only to their foolishness, will be due the tremendous hour of purification!

The Church, reborn to a new life, will no longer live in concubinage with perfidious materialism, proclaimed, celebrated and exalted in unanimous chorus by all the means of communication: the press, radio, motion pictures, theater, television. This pagan civilization, also defined as consumer civilization, has desacralized everything, has swept away everything, has violated and profaned everything; nature with its immutable laws, the seas, the rivers, the lakes, it has contaminated and poisoned everything. This civilization of matter has destroyed the harmony of the world of spirit, and has broken the equilibrium of the physical world. Poor humanity, you will be saved, but not by your merits, and at what a price! You will be saved by the divine goodness that has created you, redeemed you and sanctified you.

Pray, my son. Love Me greatly. I bless you.