Monthly Archives: December 2015

I Shall Sing the Lord’s Mercy

J.M.J.

-Dec. 30, 2015…From the Diary of St. Faustina

1001  Thank You, O Lord, my Master, that You have transformed me entirely into Yourself, and accompany me through life’s toils and labors; I fear nothing when I have You in my heart.

1002  The Lord’s Supper is laid, Jesus sits down at table with His Apostles, His Being all transformed into love, for such was the Holy Trinity’s counsel.

With great desire, I desire to eat with you, before I suffer death. About to leave you, love holds Me in your midst. He sheds His Blood, gives His life, for He loves immensely.

Love hides beneath the appearance of bread, departing, He remains with us. Such self-abasement was not needed, yet burning love hid Him under these species.

Over the bread and wine He says these words: “This is My Blood, this is My Body.” Although mysterious, these are words of love. Then He passes the Cup among His disciples.

Jesus grew deeply troubled within and said, “One of you will betray his Master.” They fell silent, with a silence as of the tomb, and John inclined his head on His breast.

The supper is ended. Let us go to Gethsemane. Love is satisfied, and there the traitor is waiting.

1003  O Divine Will, You are my nourishment, You are my delight. Hasten, O Lord, the Feast of Mercy that souls may recognize the fountain of Your goodness.

 

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divine mercy in my soul

-Dec. 29, 2015divine-mercy

From the Diary of St. Faustina

1601  Today the Lord said to me, Daughter, when you go to confession, to this fountain of My mercy, the Blood and Water which came forth from My Heart always flows down upon your soul and ennobles it. Every time you go to confession, immerse yourself entirely in My mercy, with great trust, so that I may pour the bounty of My grace upon your soul. When you approach the confessional, know this, that I Myself am waiting there for you. I am only hidden by the priest, but I myself act in your soul. Here the misery of the soul meets the God of mercy. Tell souls that from this fount of mercy, souls draw graces solely with the vessel of trust. If their trust is great, there is no limit to My generosity. The torrents of grace inundate humble souls. The proud remain always in poverty and misery, because My grace turns away from them to humble souls.