JAMES 1:12
“Blessed is the one who perseveres under trial because, having stood the test, that person will receive the crown of life that the Lord has promised to those who love him.”
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PICCARRETA:
July 17. “When our wills are fused with Jesus, the cross is no longer a cross, but a precious treasure, a divine gain, and the coin for Heaven!”
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BOH VOL 2 July 28, 1899
The cross is the noblest mark in the soul.
This morning, my adorable Jesus came with an appearance all admirable and mysterious. He was wearing a chain at His neck, hanging over His whole breast. At one end of the chain, one could see something like a bow; at the other end, something like a quiver full of precious stones and gems which formed an ornament of the most beautiful sort on the breast of my sweet Jesus. He also had a lance in His hand. While in this appearance, He told me:
“The human life is a game; some play pleasure, some play money, some, their own lives, and many other games they play. I too delight in playing with souls; but what are the jokes I make? They are the crosses which I send. If they receive them with resignation and thank Me for them, I amuse Myself and I play with them, delighting immensely, receiving great honor and glory, and letting them make the greatest gains.”
As He was saying this, He began to touch me with the lance; all the precious stones that the bow and the quiver contained came out, and turned into many crosses and arrows which wounded the creatures.
Some of them, but extremely few, rejoiced, kissed them, and thanked Him, engaging in a game with Jesus;
Others then, would take them and throw them in His face. Oh, how afflicted Jesus would be left, and what a loss for those souls!
Then Jesus added:
“This is the thirst which I cried out on the cross, which, unable to quench entirely at that time, I delight in continuing to quench in the souls of my dear ones who suffer. So, when you suffer, you come to give a refreshment to my thirst.”
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PRAYER OF THE DAY:
“My Love, Jesus, heart of my heart, if Veronica offered You a cloth, I don’t want to offer You little cloths to dry your Blood, but I offer You my heart, my continuous heartbeat, all my love, my little intelligence, my breath, the circulation of my blood, my movements, all of my being to dry your Blood; and not only from your Face, but from all of your Most Holy Humanity. l intend to tear myself into as many pieces for as many as are your wounds, your sorrows, your bitternesses, the drops of the Blood you shed, so as to place on all of your sufferings, on some my love, on some a relief, on some a kiss, on some a reparation, on some an act of compassion, on some a thanksgiving, etc. I do not want any little particle of my being, any drop of my blood to be left without occupying itself with You.
And do You know, 0 Jesus, what I want as recompense? That in all of the tiniest particles of my being You impress and seal your image, so that, in finding You in everything and everywhere, l may multiply my love.”
BOH VOL 10 Nov. 12, 1910