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faith, and when I feel strengthened by God‟s grace, then I am more courageous in
speaking and communicating with my neighbors.
945 In the evening, the Lord said to me, My child, rest on My Heart; I see that you have
worked hard in my vineyard. And my soul was flooded with divine joy.
946 February 12, [1937]. Today, the presence of God is piercing me through and through, like
a ray from the sun. My soul is longing for God so intensely that I fall into a swoon every
now and then. I feel Eternal Love touching my heart, and my littleness cannot bear it,
(292) and this causes me to swoon. Still, my interior strength is great, and my soul wants
to match the Love with which it is loved. The soul at such moments has a very deep
knowledge of God, and the more it comes to know Him, the purer and more fervent does
its love for Him become. How unfathomable are the mysteries of the soul and God!
947 Sometimes there are whole hours when my soul is lost in wonder at seeing the infinite
majesty of God abasing Itself to the level of my soul. Unending is my interior
astonishment that the Most High Lord is pleased in me and tells me so Himself. And I
immerse myself even deeper in my nothingness, because I know what I am of myself.
Still I must say that I, in return, love my Creator to folly with every beat of my hart and with
every nerve; my soul unconsciously drowns, drowns…..in Him. I feel that nothing will
separate me from the Lord, neither heaven nor earth, neither the present nor the future.
Everything may change, but love never, never; it is always the same. (293) He, the
Immortal Mighty One, makes His will known to me that I may love Him very specially, and
He Himself makes my soul capable of the kind of love with which He wants me to love
Him. I bury myself more and more in Him, and I fear nothing.
Love has overtaken my whole heart, and even if I were to be told of God‟s justice and of
how even the pure spirits tremble and cover their faces before Him, saying endlessly,
“Holy,” which would seem to suggest that my familiarity with God would be to the
detriment of His honor and majesty, [I would reply,] “O no, no, and once again, no!” In
pure love, there is room for everything: the highest praise and the deepest adoration, yet
the soul is immersed in Him in deepest peace through love; and the words of people,
speaking from the exterior, have no effect upon that soul. What they tell the soul about
God is but a pale shadow in comparison to its own experience of Him; and it is often
surprised how other people can be struck with admiration at what someone else says
about God when, for this soul, it is nothing special, as it knows that what can be put into
words (294) is not yet that great. So this soul listens to everything with respect, but has
its own special life in God.
948 February 13, [1937]. Today, during the Passion Service, 170 I saw Jesus being tortured
and crowned with thorns and holding a reed in His hand. Jesus was silent as the soldiers
were bustling about, vying with each other in torturing Him. Jesus said nothing, but just
looked at me, and in that gaze I felt His pain, so terrible that we have not the faintest idea
of how much He suffered for us before He was crucified. My soul was filled with pain and
longing; in my soul, I felt great hatred for sin, and even the smallest infidelity on my part
seemed to me like a huge mountain for which I must expiate my mortification and
penance. When I see Jesus tormented, my heart is torn to pieces, and I think: what will
become of sinners if they do not take advantage of the Passion of Jesus: In His Passion,
I see a whole sea of mercy.
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