MATTHEW 4:4

Jesus answered, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.’”

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PICCARRETA:

Aug. 7. “May the Divine Will be your dwelling, your food, your life.”

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BOH VOL 13 Oct. 9, 1921

I was thinking, in the act in which my sweet Jesus was having the Last Supper with His disciples; and my lovable Jesus, in my interior, told me: “My daughter, while I was having supper with my disciples, it was not only them that I had around Me, but the whole human family. One by one, I had them near Me, I knew them all, I called them by name. I also called you, I gave you the place of honor between Me and John, and I constituted you little secretary of my Will.

And while I divided the lamb, in offering it to my Apostles, I gave it to all and to each one. That lamb, bled dry, roasted, cut to pieces, spoke of Me; it was the symbol of my Life and of how I was to reduce Myself for love of all. And I wanted to give it to all as delicious food, which represented my Passion, because everything I did, said and suffered, my love converted into food for man.

But do you know why I called all and gave the lamb to all? Because I too wanted food from them; each thing that they would do, I wanted to be food for Me. I wanted the food of their love, of their works, of their words – of everything.”

And I: “My Love, how can it be that our operating becomes food for You?‟

And Jesus: “It is not on bread alone that one can live, but on that to which my Will gives the virtue of being able to make one live; and if bread nourishes man, it is because I want it so.

Now, whatever the creature, with her will, disposes to make of her operating – that is the form it assumes. If with her operating she wants to form food for Me, she forms food for Me; if love, she gives Me love; if reparation, she forms for Me reparation. And if in her will she wants to offend Me, she makes of her operating the knife to wound Me, and maybe even to kill Me.”

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PRAYER OF THE DAY:

“My Jesus, if You are life to me, your word is food for me, and I cannot fast; I am very weak, and I feel the continuous necessity of nourishment in order to grow and maintain myself strong.

And since You too feel the necessity of some food, after You have nourished me with Your word, that same word, chewed by me, having converted into blood, germinates the food for You.”

Adapted from
BOH VOL 14 March 3, 1922