JEREMIAH 8: 21
“For the brokenness of the daughter of my people I am crushed; I mourn; horror has gripped me”.
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PICCARRETA:
Apr. 21. “Let us be attentive! Let us not give this sorrow to our dear Jesus – to live without the life of the Supreme Fiat.”
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BOH VOL 12 March 22, 1919
“My daughter, see what harmony, what order in all created things, and how all of them came out to life from the Eternal Fiat. So, everything cost Me one Fiat. The littlest star just as the refulgent and splendid sun, the littlest plant just as the great tree, the small insect just as the largest animal – they seem to say among themselves: “We are noble creatures, our origin is the Eternal Volition; we all have the mark of the Supreme Fiat. It is true that we are distinct and different among ourselves; we have diversity of office, of light, of heat; but this says nothing. One is our value – the Fiat of a God. One our life and preservation – the Fiat of the Eternal Majesty.”
Oh! how eloquently Creation speaks of the power of my Will, and teaches that from the greatest thing to the smallest, one is the value, because they have life from the Divine Volition. In fact, a star would say to the sun: “It is true that you have much light and heat – your office is great, your goods immense. The earth almost depends on you, so much so, that I do nothing in comparison to you. But the Fiat of a God made you so; therefore our value is equal, the glory that we give to our Creator is fully similar.”
Then He added with a more afflicted tone: “It was not so in creating man. It is true that his origin is my Fiat, but this was not enough for Me. Taken by excess of love, I breathed on him, wanting to infuse in him my very Life; I endowed him with reason, I made him free, and I constituted him king of all Creation. But man, ungrateful – how did he correspond to Me? Amid all Creation, he alone has rendered himself the sorrow of my Heart, the clashing note.
And then, what to tell you about my crafting in the sanctification of souls? Not just one Fiat, not just my breath do I place at their disposal, but my very Life, my love, my wisdom. Yet, how many rejections, how many defeats does my love receive.
Ah! my daughter, compassionate my hard sorrow, and come into My Will to substitute for the love of the whole human family, so as to soothe my pierced Heart.”
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PRAYER OF THE DAY:
“My Jesus, I compassionate You and repair You for so much human ingratitude, that while You are everything for them, You give them the breath and continuous heartbeat, the motion, the heat, the food, the ingrates deny You that which You give them, after having given them the great honor of forming them, Your living temple, Your palace upon the earth. What suffering, what pain for You.
May I never let You lack the breath of Your love, and to give You at least that which is necessary to You in order to let You grow. May Your Will be my life, in order to have You remain in my palace with decorum and with the sumptuousness that You, my Jesus, merits.”
Adapted from
BOH VOL 33 Sept. 28, 1935