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Locutions To The World
April 3, 2012
“The Daily Treasures”
O reader, I share all these memories of my heart so you know how real were my sorrows and how true is the help that I will provide for you in your sorrows.
One day, Jesus came and said, “Mother, I must leave. This voice of my Father within has stirred me to go to the Jordan, where John is baptizing. There, my work will begin”. Ever since my visit to Elizabeth, I knew it would be this way. John would be the door to Jesus’ ministry. John would go ahead of him. When I heard the news of John baptizing at the Jordan, I knew the time was at hand, and my heart was prepared for this departure. Yet, this did not make the loss any easier. The home at Nazareth would be empty now. Joseph was dead and Jesus was leaving. I had only memories, thousands of memories of joyful years.
Life at Nazareth
Our home was like heaven. No sin entered there. We all lived this mystery of Jesus. His holiness, his miraculous conception and the great mystery of his call for Israel was always in our thoughts. No one in Nazareth would notice us. We were Jews, faithful to the Torah and to the synagogue. Jesus assumed no special role. He was known as a carpenter, faithfully fulfilling his daily work. Only I saw what was within his heart.
How many times we spoke. He shared the mysteries taking place in his heart. Now, they are all stored up in my heart. Never had there been such a close relationship between Mother and Son. Everything in his heart, he poured into my heart. He held nothing back. I received the treasures of the King of Kings.
Do you think that I suddenly was filled with every grace and blessing? God does not act in this way. He pours out his gifts each day. He holds back fresh treasures for those who seek him daily. My heart overflows with all the treasures and I pour them into your heart each day. I invite you to hear my words every day, just as I heard Jesus’ words each day.
April 4, 2012
“They Have No Wine”
So many times I pondered the great mysteries in which I was involved. Jesus, himself, was the greatest mystery, the great mystery of his origins, of where he came from and of his life with the Father, even before he was conceived in my womb.
As he began his ministry, this mystery was hidden, but gradually it would be revealed until the whole world would know that he was “The Word made flesh who dwelled among us”. How all of this would happen or what part I would play in this was not clear to me, but the first manifestation began at Cana at a wedding feast. Jesus had already gathered some disciples but it was the beginning stage and they had no idea of his power.
Crisis and Solution
Suddenly a crisis arose. The poor couple had no wine. Knowing Jesus’ power I presented the problem to him, “Woman”, he said, “My hour has not yet come”. The public ministry had not yet begun. The miracles had not yet come forth. Truly, this hour of manifestation had not yet come. Still, there was the couple whose wedding feast had run out of wine.
I believed and told the waiters to do whatever Jesus told them. First, I saw the headwaiter talking excitedly to the bridegroom. Then, I saw the waiters filling up the empty glasses. Jesus had answered my request.
Since then, how many requests I have asked of him, especially at the Battle of Lepanto, when the whole Church cried out to me by saying the rosary. This will happen again. When the West is again threatened by the Muslim invaders, my people will use the rosary to cry out to me. I will again go to Jesus and say, “They have no wine. They have no hope. They are filled with despair.” He will hear my voice. However, my people must begin now. They must use the rosary to intercede. Learn the rosary. Take up the beads and there will be more miracles. My Son never, never refuses my requests. Hasten world peace. Say the rosary. If not, peace will come but it will be delayed and many will perish.
April 5, 2012
“Sorrow Over a Rejection”
I went to the synagogue on a Sabbath and Jesus was there. He had returned to Nazareth, but now was known for his healings and miracles. I watched him with a mother’s heart. I heard the comments and knew their expectations. Some were scoffers. Others brought a mean and bitter spirit. I thought, “O Jesus, what are you stepping into here at our synagogue where we used to worship in peace?”
The Synagogue Service
The service began. Jesus was handed the scroll. “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me because he has anointed me”. I could see and hear and feel that anointing. The text meant so much more as Jesus himself read it. “This is “his text”, I thought. He is proclaiming his ministry and what God had anointed him to do”.
As he finished those final words, “to proclaim a year acceptable to the Lord”, he sat down and all eyes were upon him. I could never forget his opening words, “Today, this scripture passage is fulfilled in your hearing”. I could see the restlessness and feel the anger rising. Murmuring filled the synagogue. The crowd was divided, but as always, the scoffers were the outspoken ones.
Rejection and Challenge
Jesus sensed their rejection and faced the challenge. “You say, ‘Do here the miracles you did in Capernaum’”. I say that “no prophet is without honor except in his native place”. As the anger grew greater, I recalled Simeon’s words, “This child is a sign of contradiction, meant for the rise and fall of many in Israel”. I was seeing this before my eyes. Our friends and our neighbors were rising up against Jesus. Violence was breaking out. The people had become a mob. Suddenly, Jesus was grabbed and taken out of the synagogue. They were going to kill him, right before my eyes. However, his hour had not yet come and he slipped through their hands.
How I wept for Nazareth, my beloved village! The Savior of the world who would always be known as Jesus of Nazareth could work no miracle here. I faced the great power of evil which so grasps men’s hearts that they would try to kill the Man of Peace.
A Jerusalem Mob
I knew this was a foreshadowing. As Jesus would say, “No prophet dies except in Jerusalem”. I knew there would be another angry mob, other Jewish leaders, and even Roman soldiers. This time, Jesus would not slip away unnoticed. Oh, the sorrows of my heart, coming from every side. They flowed from the inevitable clash when God wants to enter the human heart which he created, but the heart is already owned by darkness.
O reader, Jesus wants to enter your heart. Do not reject him and cause me more sorrows. I will help you to repent and to cast out the evil that holds you as its prisoner. Do not wait. The longer evil controls you, the greater is its hold.
Comment: The confrontation at Nazareth (Gospel of Luke Chapter 4, Verses 16-30) was stark. The rejection was decisive. Jesus never returned there.
April 6, 2012
“A Friday in Jerusalem”
I awoke that morning in Jerusalem many years ago. As usual, we had come on pilgrimage for the Passover. I knew that Jesus was also in Jerusalem and I feared for him. His name was on everyone’s lips, some proclaiming him as the Messiah and others saying that he was a fraud.
I knew that Jesus had no fears and also, that he was quite clever in concealing himself. He was safe among the crowds and safe among his apostles. However, I had difficulty calming my own heart. I feared those who, not knowing Jesus and his real mission, would try to use him for public demonstrations during the feast. These would make him king. I also feared the temple authorities, who worked closely with the Roman governor to be sure that no demonstration would break out.
That Friday Morning
As I awoke that morning in Jerusalem, I heard the news. They had acted. They had arrested Jesus. There had been a trial before the Sanhedrin and Jesus had been found guilty of blasphemy and condemned to death. However, these Jewish authorities had no power to put anyone to death. So, they handed him over to the Roman governor, Pontius Pilate. Jesus had often told his apostles that he would be handed “over to the Gentiles”. Now, his words were fulfilled.
I went quickly to the center of Jerusalem. The crowds were gathered before Pilate’s praetorium. They brought Jesus out for all to see my Son, crowned with thorns and beaten, wearing his own garment with which I was so familiar.
Piercing Mary’s Heart
They were bargaining over him with Pilate trying to save him from death and the chief priests stirring up the crowd. “Crucify him. Crucify him”, they shouted. Really, they were crucifying me. I knew this moment would happen. I thought of the temple where Simeon first said the words, “Your own heart a sword shall pierce”. I thought of Jesus saying, “I must be in my Father’s house”. I thought of the rejection at Nazareth, when they tried to hurl Jesus over the hill.
The way of the cross began. I moved swiftly so I would not miss Jesus. Along the way, we came face to face. He could not speak. He could hardly see. “It is your mother”, I said. Then, he knew I was with him. “I will stay with you. I will be there with you. I will not leave you until all is accomplished”. Then, he moved on and I followed with the Beloved Disciple at my side.
The Perfect Victim
As we arrived at the place of execution, they stripped Jesus and nailed him to the cross. I stood there, offering my Son to his eternal Father. Formerly, the victims were calves and bulls, but these were not enough. Today, there would be a new sacrifice of the Father’s only Son. His blood will redeem the world.
I stood before Jesus, the perfect sacrifice, totally pleasing to the Father and able to redeem the whole world. Then, a new and special sorrow came upon my heart which I carry until this very day. Although all are redeemed in Jesus’ blood, many will not accept it. Some reject the gift. Others become enemies of the gift. Others do not even know about the gift. That is the sorrow that I carry even now.
Seek Your Redemption
And you, O reader, do you seek your redemption in Jesus’ blood? Do you know what this sacrifice can do for you? Do not hold back. Right now, accept Jesus as your Savior and Redeemer. He will break the power of your sins, bring you into light and place you on a new road.
As I stood at Jesus’ cross, I held you in my heart. You were there with me.
April 7, 2012
“Mother of the Redeemed”
They sealed the tomb but I could not walk away. The sorrow in my heart was too great. Only God could sustain me in that moment of my greatest sorrow. Many would think that my greatest sorrows were over, that my Son had persevered in his obedience to the Father, and that the world was now redeemed. All of that was true, but the greatest sorrows were just beginning to be released in my soul. God was taking me to the next stage of my ministry to the world.
The redeeming power of my Son was unleashed like a mighty ocean within me, and I saw all of history as he had seen it. Up to now, my heart was totally centered on Jesus and in helping him to complete his earthly life. That was accomplished. My work as his physical mother was brought to a conclusion.
Mother of all the Redeemed
Now, I was no longer just the mother of Jesus of Nazareth. I was the Mother of the Redeemer, and I would be the Mother of the Redeemer until the end of time. A new work began for me, and with the new work, a new ocean of sorrows. I could hardly move away from the grave. I went with Jesus, in spirit, to the place where the souls of the just awaited him. I greeted my parents and all whom I knew and loved. I saw them brought into the light. I saw the joy on their faces and how they were welcomed by all the angels.
This was the beginning of the kingdom of God which Jesus had preached as imminent and about to break through into human history. It had already arrived for all the just who died before Jesus, including my beloved Joseph.
A Battle Still Taking Place
However, for those still on earth, the battle had just begun. The kingdom of God would be in their midst but the whole world had to be awakened to Jesus’ victory over sin and death. Standing at the tomb, I saw this so clearly. A momentous struggle was about to begin, a struggle in which some of my children would win a victory in Jesus’ name and other would lose, even though Jesus had died on the cross. This was my sorrow as I stood at the tomb.
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