September 30, 1975

WEEPING IS NOT A SIGN OF WEAKNESS

My son, I wept, and not only once as some believe; I wept upon contemplating from on high the city, object of my great love. My tears were the overflowing to my exterior, of a sorrow that my Heart could not contain.

I wept not because of weakness, but because I saw the injuries, the destruction and the lot that awaited the beloved city from divine Justice.

How foolish are those who think that they can, with stubborn obstinacy, mock God; and also those who think they can continue in their sins, trusting in his mercy, forgetting, as I have already told you, that in God, mercy and justice are inseparable, for they are only one thing.

Son, I wept only once over the beloved and favorite city, but I have wept innumerable times over the ruin of souls, so beloved by Me, and I have not hesitated to immolate myself as a victim of expiation and reconciliation on Calvary and on the altars for them.

I wept over Judas, not so much for the betrayal that he executed, as for the ruin of his proud, lustful and impenitent spirit. Judas resisted my love and every impulse of grace; a simple act of repentance would have been enough, and with joy I would have saved him.

Let them consider this well, the hundredfold Judases of these times, and let them consider it also, the numerous sons who are obstinate in rejecting Me.

Thus, my son, my weeping is not from weakness, but an outpouring of sorrow from my Heart, wounded mortally by the ruin of so many souls, many of them consecrated to Me.

My Mother also wept

My Mother also wept, the strongest and most valiant among all the mothers of humanity. She has shed bitter tears in remote and present times, before the almost total insensibility of many priests and of the faithful.

She knows very well the great crisis that my Church and the entire world now suffers; they are deaf to every call of my merciful Heart, wrapped in a fearful darkness that is a prelude to the approaching storm.

Let not the children of sin laugh; let not the sons of darkness laugh. The sword of divine justice hangs over their heads.

Son, what more could I do for my beloved City that I did not do? And I said: "Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou who killest the prophets and stonest those that are sent to thee. How many times I desired to gather thy children, as the hen gathers her young under her wings, and thou wouldst not. Behold, your house is left to you desolate, and of thee there will not remain a stone upon a stone."

Sow the seed

Perhaps my Church and my local churches, the cities and the nations, are somewhat better than Jerusalem?

What more could I do, that I have not done, in order to save you? Jerusalem rejected Me; Jerusalem condemned Me. There were not lacking good souls that did indeed receive my words, as they are not lacking today.

Cities and nations, submerged in a nauseating paganism, reject Me, thus renewing the wicked condemnation. Son, the course of divine justice will be inexorable and irresistible.

Transmit this message of mine to your brethren without worrying about the reactions that may come. Like a good sower sow the seed; your work and your sufferings will not have been useless, if even one little seed falls on good soil. You will have done a great service to your brethren, and will have given a little joy to Me, among so much bitterness that they give Me.

I bless you, son. Love Me greatly.