17th Round in the Divine Will Jesus’ Public Life: The Working of Miracles
17th Round in the Divine Will Jesus’ Public Life: The Working of Miracles
O Jesus, my dear life, I see that You take leave of your mother, but your wills do not separate. As You leave to begin your public life all alone, You turn your steps toward Jerusalem where You will proclaim your divine word in the temple, and openly declare that You are the one awaited by the nations, the longed-for Messiah. But how it breaks your Heart and causes You so much sorrow to see that upon teaching them your word, instead of throwing themselves at your feet to receive You as their heavenly Savior, they look at You with scorn, grumble as You talk and withdraw from you without offering You any place to stay, whence You are left to remain there alone. On account of their ingratitude You are left all alone, forced to withdraw from society and beg for bread, with the ground at night as a bed and the starry sky as a roof. With gentile glimmering the stars offer You their company, as You spend the nights in tears and prayers, offering supplication for those who do not care to know You.
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Jesus, my love, come into my arms and rest. I wish to cry and pray with You; I wish to fuse all of my “I love You, I adore You, I bless You and I thank You’s” in the sorrows you endure, in the tears you shed and in the words you speak that go unheeded; I wish to fuse my “I love You” before, behind and beneath your footsteps so that your feet may not feel the callousness of the ungrateful [who walk the] earth, but only the gentleness of my love. I wish to say to You: “O Jesus, look at how much You suffer; let your Divine Will reign in us and You shall suffer no more.”
O my Jesus, life of my poor heart, your love is untiring. You return to the temple to teach your divine word to the crowds. While the great and the learned choose not to recognize You, a crowd of poor, ignorant and afflicted souls gather round You; they are attracted by your gentle and pleasant ways, and by your enchanting voice that profoundly touches their hearts as You speak. A note of happiness enters your soul as are able to console, instruct and heal at least those who are considered the dregs of society. In this way You become the friend, the teacher and the sympathetic physician of the poor. For everyone You have a word of comfort. You don’t consider it beneath You to touch their suffering limbs and heal them. You move from one town to the next, and I wish to follow in your footsteps and impress on the streets and towns You visit my, “I love You, I adore You, I thank You and I bless You”. And as I frequently press You to my heart, I shall whisper gently into your ear: “Grant me the Kingdom of your Will. And to move You to grant me what I ask, I ask this of You with the love of your own [divine] acts.”
As You travel through streets and towns, I come across a moving scene. I behold You surrounded by the blind, the mute, the deaf, the lame, the paralytics and the lepers. All such human misery pierces your Divine Heart and, oh, how You tremble! Your Heart breaks in seeing human nature reduced to such misery – the same human nature that was fashioned by God’s creative hands so beautifully and perfectly, is now almost horrid to behold. And all this is due to the degraded human will that, producing its worst effects, renders human nature so unhappy. Oh, my love, I entreat You, make your Fiat reign in us. If You will it, You can make your Fiat put to flight the unhappiness the human will has produced.
And so I make my “I love You” flow in your act of restoring sight to the blind, so that everyone may come to see and learn of your Divine Will. And how many are blind to your Divine Will! The earth is filled with such blind souls, wherefore I beseech You to grant sight to all so that they may see and gaze upon your Most Holy Will.
My love, I see that with each step You take You heal those who are afflicted. A deaf person is presented to You, and with the authority of your voice, You restore his hearing. I make my words, “I love You,” flow in the sound of your command and ask You to restore hearing to so many who are deaf to the voice of your Divine Will.
You take another step and loosen the tongue of a mute person. And how many mute souls there are whose tongues are unable to speak of your Divine Fiat! And I, prostrate at your feet, approach your knees and, despite my ineptitude, refuse to move from here until You perform the miracle of loosening the tongues of the many mute souls, so that they may all speak of your adorable Will.
O my Jesus, your Heart experiences a harrowing blow on account of such human misery – all the result of the human will. Wherefore You go about working miracles to free them [of their afflictions] and obtain for us the grace to invoke your Divine Will so that it may reign on earth. Thus You make the lame to walk, You cleanse the lepers and heal the paralytics. And I, my heavenly Savior, accompanying You always with my, “I love You, I adore You, I bless You and I thank You.” And do You know why I love You and follow You? Because I desire to straighten the legs of those who limp in your Will, to cleanse all human generations of the leprosy of the human will that made them deformed in spirit and in body, and to heal all those who are paralyzed from the misuse of their own human will.My love, the human will is the sower of all ills, and so I beseech You to perform the miracle of miracles: Make your Will reign on earth as in heaven so that all ills may be banished from our midst.
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