*HEBREWS 10: 19-23*
“Therefore, brothers and sisters, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near to God with a sincere heart and with the full assurance that faith brings, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water. Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.”
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*PICCARRETA:*
*Apr. 11*. “Draw everything from sweet Jesus, and He will be generous to you. Don’t get distressed about anything; do not fear, because Jesus will take care of everything.”
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*BOH VOL 13 Jan. 20, 1922*
_What the soul who lives in the Divine Will must do with her rags._
I was all worried, with the addition that I saw myself as so bad that only Jesus can know the miserable state of my soul. And my sweet Jesus, all goodness, told me:
“My daughter, why do you oppress yourself? In my Will, do you know how one’s own things are? They are like many miserable rags – tatters which give more dishonor than honor to the soul, and cause her to remember that she used to be a poor one, and that she did not possess a single garment that was whole.
When I want to call a soul into my Will, so that she may establish her dwelling in It, I act like a great lord who would want to take one of the poorest women into his palace, so that, laying down the clothing of a poor one, she may clothe herself according to his condition, living life together with him, and sharing in all his goods.
Now, this lord goes around all the streets of the city, and there where he finds one of the poorest women, without a roof, without a bed, with only the filthy rags that cover her, he takes her and brings her to his palace as triumph of his charity.
However, he orders that she lay down her rags, that she clean herself and clothe herself with the most beautiful garments and, so as to keep no memory of her poverty, that she burn her rags. In fact, since he is immensely rich, he does not admit anything into his house that might give of poverty.
Now, if the poor one sadly misses her rags, and afflicts herself because she has brought nothing of her own, would she not offend the goodness, the magnanimity of that lord? So I am; and if that lord goes around one city, I go around the whole world, and maybe all generations; and there where I find the littlest, the poorest one, I take her and place her in the eternal sphere of my Volition; and I say to her:
“Work together with Me in my Will – what is mine is yours. If you have something of your own, lay it down, because in the sanctity and immense riches of my Will, it is nothing but miserable rags. Wanting to have one’s own merits is of servants, of slaves – not of sons and daughters. What belongs to the father belongs to the children.
And besides, what are all the merits that you could acquire compared to one single act of my Will? All merits have their own little value, weight and measure, but who could ever measure one single act of my Will? No one – no one.
And then, what are your merits compared to mine? In my Will you will find them all, and I make you the owner. Aren’t you happy?
Listen, my daughter, I want you to leave everything aside; your mission is immense, and more than words, it is the acts that I expect from you. I want you to be in continuous act in my Will.”
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*PRAYER OF THE DAY:*
“My Jesus, I offer you the strolling of my thoughts in Your Will, which, strolling over all human intelligences, may lay the mantle of Your Will over all created minds; and rising up to the throne of the Eternal One, I offer all human thoughts sealed with the honor and the glory of Your Divine Will.”
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*BOH VOL 13 Jan. 20, 1922*