Conversion of the Heart
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Thursday of the Twenty-Fifth Week in Ordinary Time
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Father Barry O’Toole, LC
Luke 9:7-9
Herod the tetrarch heard about all that was happening, and he was greatly perplexed because some were saying, "John has been raised from the dead"; others were saying, "Elijah has appeared"; still others, "One of the ancient prophets has arisen.” But Herod said, "John I beheaded. Who then is this about whom I hear such things?" And he kept trying to see him.
Introductory
Prayer: As I enter Your presence
today, Lord, I know that I am not worthy to be with You. “But You alone,
Lord, have the words of eternal life and I believe; I have come to know that You
are the Holy One of God.” I kneel before You in contrition, adoration and
hope in Your mercy.
Petition:
Help me, Lord, to be
converted to You more fully.
1.
Our Daily Conversion to God: Herod’s desire to see Jesus is not precisely based on faith or
on motives of conversion. During the entire time of his imprisonment,
John the Baptist had constantly invited Herod to conversion. “Herod
was in awe of John, knowing him to be a good and upright man, and gave him
his protection. When he had heard him speak he was greatly perplexed, and yet
he liked to listen to him” (Mark 6:20). Yet Herod continually postponed
converting. We need to convert daily. It isn’t enough just to say that we
have accepted Jesus as our personal lord and savior and have been “born
again,” we have to start living that new life, renewing our option for Christ
each day. Today I want to convert from my weaknesses and shortcomings. I want
to draw closer to you, Lord.
2.
What Is the Truth? There comes a moment in life when we have to look in the
mirror and see ourselves as we truly are. It takes courage to look directly
and ask, “Who are you really? What are you making of yourself and the talents
God has given you? What is the truth?” Now, not everything in Herod’s life is
relative; there is one truth he does accept: “John I beheaded.” This could
have been the point of departure for true conversion and acceptance of God’s
mercy in his life. He at least recognized he had made one mistake. All that
he was hearing about Jesus made his conscience uneasy. He was afraid that his
sin was coming back to haunt him. Conversion always begins with the
acceptance of our failures and inclination to evil. It is said that St.
Philip Neri used to look at himself in the mirror in the morning and say:
“Lord, watch out for Philip today lest again he betray you.”
3.
Blessed Are the Pure of Heart… Jesus himself taught us in the Beatitudes: “Blessed are the
pure of heart for they shall see God.” Explaining this beatitude a little
more in detail St. Gregory of Nyssa says: “The man who sees God possesses in
this act of seeing all there is of the things that are good. By this we
understand life without end, eternal incorruption and undying beatitude. With
these we shall enjoy the everlasting kingdom of unceasing happiness; we shall
see the true light and hear the sweet voice of the Spirit; we shall exult
perpetually in all that is good in the inaccessible glory.” Seeing and
possessing God is the result of our daily conversion. It is the promise of
peace of heart, true happiness and everlasting life. It is the fullness of
everything man can desire in this life and in the life to come. It is the
very meaning of our existence. What more could we ask for?
Conversation
with Christ: Lord,
I truly long to see Your face. Do not hide Your face from me. Help me to
accept myself as I truly am and strive to overcome my weaknesses and my
inclination to sin. Help me purify my heart so that I might see You in my
everyday life and possess You forever in the life to come.
Resolution:
I will seek true
conversion today by reciting a sincere Act of Contrition and trying to attend
Mass or at least make a visit to Christ in the Eucharist.
Excerpts from the
DIARY of Saint Faustina Kowalska
39 + One day Jesus told me that He
would cause a chastisement to fall upon the most beautiful city in our
country [probably Warsaw]. This chastisement would be that with which God had
punished Sodom and Gomorrah.[27] I saw the great wrath of God and a shudder
pierced my heart. I prayed in silence.After a moment, Jesus said to me, My
child, unite yourself closely to Me during the Sacrifice and offer My Blood
and My Wounds to My Father in expiation for the sins of that city. Repeat
this without interruption throughout the entire Holy Mass. Do this for seven
days. On the seventh day I saw Jesus in a bright cloud and began to beg
Him to look upon the city and upon our whole country. Jesus looked [down]
graciously. When I saw the kindness of' Jesus, I began to beg His blessing.
Immediately Jesus said, For your sake I bless the entire country. And
He made a big sign of the cross over our country. Seeing the goodness of God,
a great joy filled my soul.
+February 22, 1931
47 In the evening, when I was in
my cell, I saw the Lord Jesus clothed in a white garment. One hand [was]
raised in the gesture of blessing, the other was touching the garment at the
breast. From beneath the garment, slightly drawn aside at the breast, there
were emanating two large rays, one red, the other pale. In silence I kept my
gaze fixed on the Lord; my soul was struck with awe, but also with great joy.
After a while, Jesus said to me, Paint an image according to the pattern
you see, with the signature: Jesus, I trust in You. I desire that this image
be venerated, first in your chapel, and [then] throughout the world.
48 I promise that the soul that
will venerate this image will not perish. I also promise victory over [its]
enemies already here on earth, especially at the hour of death. I Myself will
defend it as My own glory.
70 Only Jesus knows how burdensome
and difficult it is to accomplish one's duties when the soul is so interiorly
tortured, the physical powers so weakened and the mind darkened. In the
silence of my heart I kept saying to myself, "O Christ, may delights,
honor and glory be Yours, and suffering be mine. I will not lag one step
behind as I follow You, though thorns wound my feet."
71 I was sent for treatment to our
house in Plock, and there I had the privilege of decorating the chapel with
flowers. That was at Biala.[36] Sister Thecla did not always have time for
this, so I often decorated the chapel by myself. One day, I had picked the
prettiest roses to decorate the room of a certain person. When I was
approaching the porch, I saw Jesus standing there. In a kindly way He asked
me, My daughter, to whom are you taking these flowers? My silence was
my reply to the Lord, because I recognized immediately that I had a very
subtle attachment to this person,[37] which I had not noticed before. Suddenly
Jesus disappeared. At the same moment I threw the flowers on the ground and
went before the Blessed Sacrament, my heart filled with gratitude for the
grace of knowing myself.
O Divine Sun, in Your rays the soul sees the tiniest specks of dust which displease You.
72 O Jesus, eternal Truth, our
Life, I call upon You and I beg Your mercy for poor sinners. O sweetest Heart
of my Lord, full of pity and unfathomable mercy, I plead with You for poor
sinners. O Most Sacred Heart, Fount of Mercy from which gush forth rays of
inconceivable graces upon the entire human race, I beg of You light for poor
sinners. O Jesus, be mindful of Your own bitter Passion and do not permit the
loss of souls redeemed at so dear a price of Your most precious Blood. O
Jesus, when I consider the great price of Your Blood, I rejoice at its
immensity, for one drop alone would have been enough for the salvation of all
sinners. Although sin is an abyss of wickedness and ingratitude, the price
paid for us can never be equalled. Therefore, let every soul trust in the
Passion of the Lord, and place its hope in His mercy. God will not deny His
mercy to anyone. Heaven and earth may change, but God's mercy will never be
exhausted. Oh, what immense joy burns in my heart when I contemplate Your
incomprehensible goodness, O Jesus! I desire to bring all sinners to Your
feet that they may glorify Your mercy throughout endless ages.
73 O my Jesus, despite the deep
night that is all around me and the dark clouds which hide the horizon, I
know that the sun never goes out. O Lord, though I cannot comprehend You and
do not understand Your ways, I nonetheless trust in Your mercy. If it is Your
will, Lord, that I live always in such darkness, may You be blessed. I ask
You only one thing, Jesus: do not allow me to offend You in any way. O my
Jesus, You alone know the longings and the sufferings of my heart. I am glad
I can suffer for You, however little. When I feel that the suffering is more
than I can bear, I take refuge in the Lord in the Blessed Sacrament, and I
speak to Him with profound silence.
117 I will mention here that those
who live with such a person should not add external sufferings; for indeed,
when the soul's cup is full, the little drop we may add to it may be the one
drop too much, and the cup of bitterness will overflow. And who will answer
for such a soul? Let us beware of adding to the suffering of others, because
that is displeasing to the Lord. If the sisters or the superiors knew or even
suspected that a soul was suffering such trials, and they nevertheless added
still other sufferings, they would be sinning gravely, and God himself would demand
an account of them on behalf of such a soul. I am not speaking here of
instances which of their very nature are sinful, but of things which in other
circumstances would not be sinful. Let us be on our guard against having the
weight of such a soul on our conscience. This is a grave and common defect in
religious life; namely, that when one sees a suffering soul, one always wants
to add even more suffering. I do not say that everyone acts like this, but
there are some. We take the liberty of passing all sorts of judgments, and we
repeat them when we would do better to remain silent.
118 The tongue is a small member,
but it does big things. A religious who does not keep silence will never
attain holiness; that is, she will never become a saint. Let her not delude
herself-unless it is the Spirit of God who is speaking through her, for then
she must not keep silent. But, in order to hear the voice of God, one has to
have silence in one's soul and to keep silence; not a gloomy silence, but an
interior silence; that is to say, recollection in God. One can speak a great
deal without breaking silence and, on the contrary, one can speak little and
be constantly breaking silence. Oh, what irreparable damage is done by the
breach of silence! We cause a lot of harm to our neighbor, but even more to
our own selves.
In my opinion, and according to my experience, the rule concerning silence should stand in the very first place. God does not give himself to a chattering soul which, like a drone in a beehive, buzzes around but gathers no honey. A talkative soul is empty inside. It lacks both the essential virtues and intimacy with God. A deeper interior life, one of gentle peace and of that silence where the Lord dwells, is quite out of the question. A soul that has never tasted the sweetness of inner silence is a restless spirit which disturbs the silence of others. I have seen many souls in the depths of hell for not having kept their silence; they told me so themselves when I asked them what was the cause of their undoing. These were souls of religious. My God, what an agony it is to think that not only might they have been in heaven, but they might even have become saints! O Jesus, have mercy!
119 I tremble to think that I have
to give an account of my tongue. There is life, but there is also death in
the tongue. Sometimes we kill with the tongue: we commit real murders. And we
are still to regard that as a small thing? I truly do not understand such
consciences. I have known a person who, when she learned from someone that a
certain thing was being said about her, fell seriously ill. She lost a good
deal of blood and shed many tears, and the outcome was very sad. It was not
the sword that did all this, but the tongue. O my silent Jesus, have mercy on
us!
120 I have wandered onto the
subject of silence. But this is not what I wanted to speak about, but rather
about the soul's life with God and about its response to grace. When a soul
has been cleansed, and the Lord is on intimate terms with it, it begins to
apply all its inner force in striving after God. Yet the soul cannot do
anything of itself. God alone arranges everything. The soul knows this and is
mindful of it. It is still in exile and understands well that there may yet
come cloudy and rainy days, but it must now look upon things differently from
what it had up to now. It does not seek reassurance in a false peace, but
makes ready for battle. It knows it comes from a warrior race. It is now much
more aware of everything. It knows that it is of royal stock. It is concerned
with all that is great and holy.
126 Yet, I resolved to bear
everything in silence and to give no explanations when I was questioned. Some
were irritated by my silence, especially those who were more curious. Others,
who reflected more deeply, said, "Sister Faustina must be very close to
God if she has the strength to bear so much suffering." It was as if I
were facing two groups of judges. I strove after interior and exterior
silence. I said nothing about myself, even though I was questioned directly
by some sisters. My lips were sealed. I suffered like a dove, without
complaint. But some sisters seemed to find pleasure in vexing me in whatever
way they could. My patience irritated them. But God gave me so much inner
strength that I endured it calmly.
163 JMJ The Year 1937
General Exercises +O Most Holy Trinity! As many times as I breathe, as many times as my heart beats, as many times as my blood pulsates through my body, so many thousand times do I want to glorify Your mercy. +I want to be completely transformed into Your mercy and to be Your living reflection, 0 Lord. May the greatest of all divine attributes, that of Your unfathomable mercy, pass through my heart and soul to my neighbor. Help me, O Lord, that my eyes may be merciful, so that I may never suspect or judge from appearances, but look for what is beautiful in my neighbors' souls and come to their rescue. Help me, that my ears may be merciful, so that I may give heed to my neighbors' needs and not be indifferent to their pains and moanings. Help me, O Lord, that my tongue may be merciful, so that I should never speak negatively of my neighbor, but have a word of comfort and forgiveness for all. Help me, O Lord, that my hands may be merciful and filled with good deeds, so that I may do only good to my neighbors and take upon myself the more difficult and toilsome tasks. Help me, that my feet may be merciful, so that I may hurry to assist my neighbor, overcoming my own fatigue and weariness. My true rest is in the service of my neighbor. Help me, O Lord, that my heart may be merciful so that I myself may feel all the sufferings of my neighbor. I will refuse my heart to no one. I will be sincere even with those who, I know, will abuse my kindness. And I will lock myself up in the most merciful Heart of Jesus. I will bear my own suffering in silence. May Your mercy, O Lord, rest upon me. +You yourself command me to exercise the three degrees of mercy. The first: the act of mercy, of whatever kind. The second: the word of mercy-if I cannot carry out a work of mercy, I will assist by my words. The third: prayer-if I cannot show mercy by deeds or words, I can always do so by prayer. My prayer reaches out even there where I cannot reach out physically. O my Jesus, transform me into Yourself, for you can do all things. [four pages left blank][55]
169 My conversation with the Lord
Jesus before the retreat. Jesus told me that this retreat would be a little
different from others. You shall strive to maintain a profound peace in
respect to your communings with Me. I will remove all doubts in this regard.
I know that you are at peace now as I speak to you, but the moment I stop
talking you will start looking for doubts. But I want you to know that I will
affirm your soul to such a degree that even if you wanted to be troubled, it
will not be within your power. And as a proof that it is I who am speaking to
you, you will go to confession on the second day of the retreat to the priest
who is preaching the retreat; you will go to him as soon as he has finished
his conference and will present to him all your doubts concerning Me. I will
answer you through his lips, and then your fears will end. During this retreat,
observe such strict silence that it will be as though nothing exists around
you. You shall speak only to Me and to your confessor; you will ask your
superiors only for penances. I felt immense joy that the Lord would show
me such kindness and lower himself so much for my sake.
171 Struggle to keep silence. As
usual, sisters from various houses came to the retreat. One of the sisters
whom I had not seen for a long time, came to my cell and said she had
something to tell me. I did not answer her, and she saw that I did not want
to break silence. She said to me, "I didn't know you were such an
eccentric, sister," and she went away. I was well aware that she had no
other business with me than to satisfy her own curious self-love. O God,
preserve me in faithfulness.
226 The rules that I most often
fail to obey: sometimes I break silence; disobedience to the signal of the
bell; sometimes I meddle in other people's affairs. I will do my very best to
improve.
I will avoid sisters who grumble, and if they cannot be avoided, I will at least keep silent before them, thus letting them know how sorry I am to hear such things. I must take no heed of the opinion of others, but obey the evidence of my own conscience and take God to be the witness of all my actions. I must do everything and act in all matters now as I would like to do and act at the hour of my death. For this reason, in every action I must be mindful of God. Avoid presumed permissions.[67] I must report [even] small things to my superiors, and do so in as much detail as is possible. I must be faithful in my spiritual exercises; I must not easily ask to be dispensed from them. I must keep silence outside the time of recreation, and avoid jokes and witty words that make others laugh and break silence. I must have great appreciation for even the most minute rules. I must not let myself become absorbed in the whirl of work, [but] take a break to look up to heaven. Speak little with people, but a good deal with God. Avoid familiarity. I must pay little attention as to who is for me and who is against me. I must not tell others about those things I have had to put up with. I must avoid speaking out loud to others during work. I must maintain peace and equanimity during times of suffering. In difficult moments I must take refuge in the wounds of Jesus; I must seek consolation, comfort, light and affirmation in the wounds of Jesus.
236 Oh, how misleading are
appearances, and how unjust the judgments. Oh, how often virtue suffers only
because it remains silent. To be sincere with those who are incessantly
stinging us demands much self-denial. One bleeds, but there are no visible
wounds. O Jesus, it is only on the last day that many of these things will be
made known. What joy-none of our efforts will be lost!
252 +It was four days after my
perpetual vows. I was trying to make a Holy Hour. It was the first Thursday
of the month. As soon as I entered the chapel, God's presence enveloped me. I
was distinctly aware that the Lord was near me. After a moment, I saw the
Lord, all covered with wounds; and He said to me, Look at whom you have
espoused. I understood the meaning of these words and answered the Lord,
"Jesus, I love You more when I see You wounded and crushed with
suffering like this than if I saw You in majesty." Jesus asked, Why?
I replied, "Great majesty terrifies me, little nothing that I am, and
Your wounds draw me to Your Heart and tell me of Your great love for
me." After this conversation there was silence. I fixed my gaze upon His
sacred wounds and felt happy to suffer with Him. I suffered, and yet I did
not suffer, because I felt happy to know the depth of His love, and the hour
passed like a minute.
253 +I must never judge anyone,
but look at others with leniency and at myself with severity. I must refer
everything to God and, in my own eyes, recognize myself for what I am: utter
misery and nothingness. In suffering, I must be patient and quiet, knowing
that everything passes in time.
254 +The moments I lived through
when I was taking my perpetual vows are better left unsaid.
I am in Him, and He in me. As the Bishop [Rospond] was putting the ring on my finger, God pervaded my whole being, and since I cannot express that moment, I will be silent about it. My relationship with God, since perpetual vows, has been more intimate than it had ever been before. I sense that I love God and that He loves me. Having once tasted God, my soul could not live without Him. One hour spent at the foot of the altar in the greatest dryness of spirit is dearer to me than a hundred years of worldly pleasures. I prefer to be a lowly drudge in the convent than a queen in the world.
274 Jesus gave me the grace of
knowing myself. In this divine light I see my principal fault; it is pride
which takes the form of my closing up within myself and of a lack of
simplicity in my relations with Mother Superior [Irene].
The second light concerns speaking. I sometimes talk too much. A thing could be settled in one or two words, and as for me, I take too much time about it. But Jesus wants me to use that time to say some short indulgenced prayers for the souls in purgatory. And the Lord says that every word will be weighed on the day of judgment. The third light concerns our rules. I have not sufficiently avoided the occasions that lead to breaking the rules, especially that of silence. I will act as if the rule were written just for me; it should not affect me at all how anyone else might act, as long as I myself act as God wishes. Resolution. Whatever Jesus demands of me regarding external things, I will immediately go and tell my superiors. I shall strive for childlike openness and frankness in my relations with the superior.
275 Jesus loves hidden souls. A
hidden flower is the most fragrant. I must strive to make the interior of my
soul a resting place for the Heart of Jesus. In difficult and painful
moments, O my Creator, I sing You a hymn of trust, for bottomless is the
abyss of my trust in You and in Your mercy!
359 January 10, 1935. +Thursday.
In the evening during benediction,[85] such thoughts as these began to distress
me: Is not perhaps all this that I am saying about God's great mercy just a
lie or an illusion...? And I wanted to think about this for a while, when I
heard a strong and clear inner voice saying, Everything that you say about
My goodness is true; language has no adequate expression to extol My
goodness. These words were so filled with power and so clear that I would
give my life in declaring they came from God. I can tell this by the profound
peace that accompanied them at that time and that still remains with me. This
peace gives me such great strength and power that all difficulties,
adversities, sufferings, and death itself are as nothing. This light gave me
a glimpse of the truth that all my efforts to bring souls to know the mercy
of the Lord are very pleasing to God. And from this springs such great joy in
my soul that I do not know whether it could be any greater in heaven. Oh, if
souls would only be willing to listen, at least a little, to the voice of
conscience and the voicethat is, the inspirations-of the Holy Spirit! I say
"at least a little," because once we open ourselves to the
influence of the Holy Spirit, He himself will fulfill what is lacking in us.
375 Particular interior practice;
that is, the examination of conscience. Self-denial, denial of my own will.
I. The denial of my reason. Subjecting it to the reason of those who represent God to me here on earth. II. The denial of my will. Doing the will of God, which is revealed in the will of those who represent God to me and which is contained in the rule of our order. III. The denial of my judgment. Accepting immediately and without reflection, analysis or reasoning all orders given by those who represent God to me. IV. The denial of my tongue. I will not give it the least bit of freedom; but in one case only I will give it complete freedom; that is, in proclaiming the glory of God. Whenever I receive Holy Communion, I will ask Jesus to fortify and cleanse my tongue that I may not injure my neighbor with it. That is why I have the greatest respect for the rule which speaks about silence.
396 My traveling companions were
very kind; several women of the Sodality of Mary were in the same compartment
with me. I sensed that one of them was suffering greatly and fighting a
difficult battle in her soul. l began to pray in spirit for this soul. At
eleven o'clock these women went to another compartment for a chat, leaving
only the two of us behind in the carriage. I could feel that my prayer was
causing this soul's struggle to become even fiercer. I did not console her, but
prayed all the more fervently. Finally, the lady turned to me and asked if
she was obliged to fulfill a certain promise which she had made to God. At
that moment, I received inner knowledge of the promise and replied, "You
are absolutely obliged to keep it, or else you will be miserable for the rest
of your life. This thought will pursue you everywhere and give you no
peace." Surprised at my answer, she opened her soul to me.
She was a schoolteacher. When she was about to take her examinations, she had promised God that if she did well in her examinations she would devote herself to His service; that is, enter a religious congregation. She passed the examinations very well. "But," she said, "when I entered into the hustle and bustle of the world, I no longer wanted to enter a convent. However, my conscience has given me no peace, and despite amusements I am always unhappy." After a lengthy conversation, she was completely changed and told me that she would immediately take steps to enter a convent. She asked me to pray for her, and I felt that God would be generous with His grace.
400 On the last day, when everyone
had left the church, I went before the Blessed Sacrament with him, and
together we recited the Te Deum. After a moment of silence, I offered his
soul to the Sweetest Heart of Jesus. How easy it was to pray in that little
church! I remembered all the graces that I had received there, and which I
had not understood at the time and had so often abused. I wondered how I
could have been so blind. And as I was thus regretting my blindness, I
suddenly saw the Lord Jesus, radiant with unspeakable beauty, .. and He said
to me with kindness, My chosen one, I will give you even greater graces
that you may be the witness of My infinite mercy throughout all eternity.
401 The days at home passed in
much company, as everybody wanted to see me and talk with me. Often I could
count as many as twenty-five people there. They listened with great interest
to my accounts of the lives of the saints. It seemed to me that our house was
truly the house of God, as each evening we talked about nothing but God.
When, tired from these talks and yearning for solitude and silence, I quietly
slipped out into the garden in the evening so I could converse with God
alone, even in this I was unsuccessful; immediately my brothers and sisters
came and took me into the house and, once again, I had to talk, with all
those eyes fixed on me. But I struck on one way of getting some respite; I
asked my brothers to sing for me, inasmuch as they had lovely voices; and
besides, one played the violin and another, the mandolin. And during this
time I was able to devote myself to interior prayer without shunning their
company.
What also cost me a lot was that I had to kiss the children. The women I knew came with their children and asked me to take them in my arms, at least for a moment, and kiss them. They regarded this as a great favor, and for me it was a chance to practice virtue, since many of the children were quite dirty. But in order to overcome my feelings and show no repugnance, I would kiss such a dirty child twice. One of these friends came with a child whose eyes were diseased and filled with pus, and she said to me, "Sister, take it in your arms for a moment, please." My nature recoiled, but not paying attention to anything, I took the child and kissed it twice, right on the infection, asking God to heal it. I had many opportunities to practice virtue. I listened to people pour out their grievances, and I saw that no heart was joyful, because no heart truly loved God; and this did not surprise me at all. I was very sorry not to have seen two of my sisters. I felt interiorly that their souls were in great danger. Pain gripped my heart at the thought of them. Once, when I felt very close to God, I fervently asked the Lord to grant them grace, and the Lord answered me, I am granting them not only necessary graces, but special graces as well. I understood that the Lord would call them to a greater union with Him. I rejoice immensely that such great love reigns in our family.
407 Oh, how happy I felt to be
back in our convent! I felt as though I was entering the convent for the
second time. I took unending delight in the silence and peace in which the
soul can so easily immerse itself in God, helped by everyone and disturbed by
no one.
April 29, 1935.
421 On the eve of the exposition of the image, I went with our Mother Superior to visit our confessor [Father Sopocko]. When the conversation touched upon the image, the confessor asked for one of the sisters to help make some wreaths. Mother Superior replied, "Sister Faustina will help." I was delighted at this, and when we returned home, I immediately set about preparing some greens, and with the help of one of our wards brought them over. Another person, who works at the church, also helped. Everything was ready by seven o'clock that evening, and the image was already hanging in its place. However, some ladies saw me standing around there, for I was more a bother than a help, and on the next day they asked the sisters what this beautiful image was and what was its significance. Surely these sisters would know, [they thought] as one of them had helped adorn it the day before. The sisters were very surprised as they knew nothing about it; they all wanted to see it and immediately they began to suspect me. They said, "Sister Faustina must certainly know all about it." When they began asking me, I was silent, since I could not tell the truth. My silence increased their curiosity, and I was even more on my guard not to tell a lie and not to tell the truth, since I had no permission [to do so]. Then they started to show their displeasure and reproached me openly saying, "How is it that outsiders know about this and we, nothing?" Various judgments were being made about me. I suffered much for three days, but a special power took over in my soul. I was happy to suffer for God and for the souls that have been granted His mercy during these days. Seeing that so many souls have been granted divine mercy these days, I regard as nothing even the greatest suffering and toil, even if they were to continue till the end of the world; for they will come to an end, while these souls have been saved from torments that are without end. It was a great joy for me to see others returning to the source of happiness, the bosom of The Divine Mercy.
432 At that very moment, I felt
some kind of fire in my heart. I feel my senses deadening and have no idea of
what is going on around me. I feel the Lord's gaze piercing me through and
through. I am very much aware of His greatness and my misery. An
extraordinary suffering pervades my soul, together with a joy I cannot
compare to anything. I feel powerless in the embrace of God. I feel that I am
in Him and that I am dissolved in Him like a drop of water in the ocean. I
cannot express what takes place within me; after such interior prayer, I feel
strength and power to practice the most difficult virtues. I feel dislike for
all things that the world holds in esteem. With all my soul I desire silence
and solitude.
Thursday, Nocturnal Adoration.
445 When I came for adoration, an inner recollection took hold of me immediately, and I saw the Lord Jesus tied to a pillar, stripped of His clothes, and the scourging began immediately. I saw four men who took turns at striking the Lord with scourges. My heart almost stopped at the sight of these tortures. The Lord said to me, I suffer even greater pain than that which you see. And Jesus gave me to know for what sins He subjected himself to the scourging: these are sins of impurity. Oh, how dreadful was Jesus' moral suffering during the scourging! Then Jesus said to me, Look and see the human race in its present condition. In an instant, I saw horrible things: the executioners left Jesus, and other people started scourging Him; they seized the scourges and struck the Lord mercilessly. These were priests, religious men and women; and high dignitaries of the Church, which surprised me greatly. There were lay people of all ages and walks of life. All vented their malice on the innocent Jesus. Seeing this, my heart fell as if into a mortal agony. And while the executioners had been scourging Him, Jesus had been silent and looking into the distance; but when those other souls I mentioned scourged Him, Jesus closed His eyes, and a soft, but most painful moan escaped from His Heart. And Jesus gave me to know in detail the gravity of the malice of these ungrateful souls: You see, this is a torture greater than My death. Then my lips too fell silent, and I began to experience the agony of death, and I felt that no one would comfort me or snatch me from that state but the One who had put me into it. Then the Lord said to me, I see the sincere pain of your heart which brought great solace to My Heart. See and take comfort.
449 I prepared for this feast with
greater zeal than in previous years. On the morning of the feast itself, I
experienced an inner struggle at the thought that I must leave this
Congregation which enjoys such special protection from Mary. This struggle
lasted through the meditation and through the first Mass as well. During the
second Mass, I turned to our Holy Mother, telling Her that it was difficult
for me to separate myself from this Congregation... "which is under Your
special protection, O Mary." Then I saw the Blessed Virgin, unspeakably
beautiful. She came down from the altar to my kneeler, held me close to
herself and said to me, I am Mother to you all, thanks to the unfathomable
mercy of God. Most pleasing to Me is that soul which faithfully carries out
the will of God. She gave me to understand that I had faithfully
fulfilled the will of God and had thus found favor in His eyes. Be
courageous. Do not fear apparent obstacles, but fix your gaze upon the
Passion of My Son, and in this way you will be victorious.
1728 Write: I am Thrice Holy,
and I detest the smallest sin. I cannot love a soul which is stained with
sin; but when it repents, there is no limit to My generosity toward it. My
mercy embraces and justifies it. With My mercy, I pursue sinners along all
their paths, and My Heart rejoices when they return to Me. I forget the
bitterness with which they fed My Heart and rejoice at their return.
Tell sinners that no one shall escape My Hand; if they run away from My Merciful Heart, they will fall into My Just Hands. Tell sinners that I am always waiting for them, that I listen intently to the beating of their heart... when will it beat for Me? Write, that I am speaking to them through their remorse of conscience, through their failures and sufferings, through thunderstorms, through the voice of the Church. And if they bring all My graces to naught, I begin to be angry with them, leaving them alone and giving them what they want.
(Diary
of Sister Faustina Kowalska Notebook-I-39, 47-48, 70-73, 117, 130, 126, 163)
(Diary
of Sister Faustina Kowalska Notebook-I-169, 171, 226, 236, 252, 254, 274-275)
(Diary
of Sister Faustina Kowalska Notebook-I-359, 375, 396, 400-401, 407, 421, 432)
(Diary
of Sister Faustina Kowalska Notebook-I-445, 449)
(Diary
of Sister Faustina Kowalska Notebook-VI-1728)
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