Living in the Divine Will -24 Hours of Our Lord's Passion
In this meditation, Jesus takes us by the hand and introduces us sweetly yet firmly into each one of the different moments of His passion, from the moment He says good-bye to His Most Holy Mother, which is before the beginning of His Passion, until He separates from her in the tomb. With indescribable smoothness Jesus teaches us to live with Him every moment of His Passion, to give him true consolation and comfort, valuable reparation and thanksgiving worthy of a God, who by becoming man, lowered Himself to the deepest of our abyss. Furthermore, Jesus places in the soul which enters into these hours, a new spirit, a new disposition, a new life, absolutely divine, until the soul comes into a continuous ruminating on The Passion of Jesus throughout the day, and even more, living it in each of the circumstances of the soul’s own life.
April 10th, 1913 – “Tell me, my Good Lord, what will You grant in return to those who will make the Hours of Your Passion on which You had instructed me?”
And He: “My daughter, I shall not regard these Hours as ‘your things, but as things done by Me, and I shall grant to you (Luisa) My very Own Merits, as if I, Myself, were, in actuality, suffering My Passion. I shall, thereby, make you (Luisa) obtain the Effects of My Passion, according to the soul’s disposition. This, I shall accomplish on earth: Of Myself, I could not have offered you (Luisa) more; and in Heaven: I shall place these souls at the front, shooting them with Arrows of Love and of Happiness for the many hours they spent in making the Hours of My Passion. And they shall shoot Me with arrows as well. What a Sweet Enchantment for all the Blessed this shall be!”
April 10th, 1913 – “Tell me, my Good Lord, what will You grant in return to those who will make the Hours of Your Passion on which You had instructed me?”
And He: “My daughter, I shall not regard these Hours as ‘your things, but as things done by Me, and I shall grant to you (Luisa) My very Own Merits, as if I, Myself, were, in actuality, suffering My Passion. I shall, thereby, make you (Luisa) obtain the Effects of My Passion, according to the soul’s disposition. This, I shall accomplish on earth: Of Myself, I could not have offered you (Luisa) more; and in Heaven: I shall place these souls at the front, shooting them with Arrows of Love and of Happiness for the many hours they spent in making the Hours of My Passion. And they shall shoot Me with arrows as well. What a Sweet Enchantment for all the Blessed this shall be!”
The First Hour - From 5 to 6 PM -Jesus Takes Leave of His Most Holy Mother
O Celestial Mother, the hour of the separation is approaching, and I come to You. O Mother, give me your love and your reparations; give me your sorrow, because together with You I want to follow, step by step, adored Jesus. And now Jesus comes to You, and You, with heart overflowing with love, run toward Him, and in seeing Him so pale and sad, your Heart aches with pain, your strengths leave You and You are about to fall at His feet. The Second Hour - From 6 to 7 PM -Jesus departs from His Most Holy Mother and sets out for the Cenacle. “This is the last time,” You say, “that I walk along these streets by Myself. Tomorrow I will walk through them, bound and dragged among a thousand insults.” And pointing out the places where You will be most insulted and tortured, You continue: “My life down here is about to set, just as the sun is now setting, and tomorrow at this hour I will no longer be here! But, like sun, I will rise again on the third day!” At your words, the Apostles become sad and taciturn, not knowing what to answer. But You add: “Courage, do not lose heart; I will not leave you, I will be always with you. But it is necessary that I die for the good of you all.” The Third Hour - From 7 to 8 PM -The Legal Supper My sweet Good, while I remain close to You, I see that the food You are taking together with your dear disciples is nothing but a lamb. This is a figurative lamb: just as this lamb has no vital humor left by force of fire, so You, mystical Lamb, having to consume Yourself completely for creatures by force of love, will keep not even a drop of blood for Yourself, but will pour it all out for love of us. O Jesus, there is nothing You do which does not portray vividly your most sorrowful Passion, which You keep always present in your mind, in your Heart - in everything. And this teaches me that if I too had the thought of your Passion before my mind and in my heart, You would never deny me the food of your love. How much I thank You! The Fourth Hour - From 8 to 9 PM - The Eucharistic Supper As You continue to wash the feet of the Apostles, I see that You are now at Judas’ feet. I hear your labored breath. I see that You not only cry, but sob, and as You wash those feet, You kiss them, You press them to your Heart; and unable to speak with your voice because it is suffocated by crying, You look at him with eyes swollen with tears, and say to him with your Heart: “My child, O please, I beg you with the voices of my tears - do not go to hell! Give Me your soul, which I ask of you, prostrate at your feet. Tell Me, what do you want? What do you demand? I will give you everything, provided that you do not lose yourself. O please, spare this sorrow to Me, your God!” And again, You press those feet to your Heart. But in seeing the hardness of Judas, your Heart is cornered; your Heart suffocates You, and You are about to faint. My Heart and my Life, allow me to sustain You in my arms. I understand that these are your loving stratagems, which You use with each obstinate sinner. The Fifth Hour - From 9 to 10 PM - First Hour of Agony in the Garden of Gethsemani I feel horrified upon entering this Garden. The darkness of the night, the intensity of the cold, the slow moving of the leaves which, like feeble voices, announce pains, sadness, and death for my sorrowful Jesus… Everything is terror, everything is fright and profound silence. But I prick up my ears: I hear a labored breath, and it is Jesus Himself that I find. But what a dismal change! No longer is He the sweet Jesus of the Eucharistic Supper, whose face shone with radiant and enrapturing beauty; but He is sad, of a mortal sadness, such as to disfigure His native beauty… “Child, are you here? I was waiting for you. This was the sadness which oppressed Me the most: the total abandonment of all. And I was waiting for you, to let you be the spectator of my pains, and to let you drink, together with Me, the chalice of bitternesses which, in a little while, my Celestial Father will send Me through the Angel. We will sip from it together, because it will not be a chalice of comfort, but of intense bitternesses, and I feel the need of a few loving souls who would drink at least a few drops of it. The Sixth Hour - From 10 to 11 PM - Second Hour of Agony in the Garden of Gethsemani I see that crowds upon crowds, all sins, our miseries, our weaknesses, the most enormous crimes, the gravest ingratitudes, advance toward You, assail You, crush You, wound You, bite You. And You – what do You do? The Blood which boils in your veins comes to face all these offenses, bursts the veins open and pours out in large torrents; it makes You all wet, It flows to the ground, and You give Blood for offenses - life for death. Ah Love, to what a state I see You reduced! You are about to breathe your last. Oh, my Good, my sweet Life, O please, do not die! Raise your face from this ground, which You wet with your Most Holy Blood! The Seventh Hour - From 11 PM to Midnight -Third Hour of Agony in the Garden of Gethsemani My sweet good, my heart can no longer bear it; I look at You and I see that You continue to agonize. Blood flows, in torrents, from all Your body, and with such abundance, that unable to keep standing, You have fallen into a pool of it. O my love, my heart breaks in seeing You so weak and exhausted! Your adorable face and Your creative hands lean into the ground and are smeared with blood. It seems to me that to the rivers of iniquities that the creatures send You, You want to answer with rivers of blood, so that these sins may be drowned in it, and with it You may give to each one the deed of Your forgiveness. But please, O Jesus, rise; what You suffer is too much. Let it be enough for Your love! The Eighth Hour - From Midnight to 1 AM - Jesus is arrested. But, again, I hear Your most tender voice which says, as You go to meet Your enemies: “Who are You looking for? “And they answer: “Jesus the Nazarene.” And You, to them: “It is I.” With only this word You say everything, and You let Yourself be known for who You are; so much so, that the enemies tremble and fall to the ground, as though dead. And You, love which has no equal, repeating again, “It is I,” call them back to life and You give Yourself, on Your own, into the power of the enemies. The Ninth Hour - From 1 to 2 AM - Thrown from a ledge, Jesus falls into the Cedron stream. But, O my Jesus, we are now at the Cedron stream, and the perfidious Jews prepare to throw You into it. They make You bump against a rock which is there, with such violence as to make You shed most precious Blood from your mouth, with which You mark that rock! Then, pulling You, they cast You down into those putrid waters, in such a way that these enter into your ears, into your mouth, into your nostrils. Oh, unreachable love, You remain inundated and as though wrapped by those putrid, nauseating, and cold waters. In this way, You represent, vividly, the heart-rending state of creatures when they commit sin! The Tenth Hour - From 2 to 3 AM - Jesus is presented to Annas. You are now at the moment in which Annas questions You about your doctrine and your disciples. And You, O Jesus, in order to defend the glory of the Father, open your most sacred mouth, and with sonorous and dignified voice, answer: “I have spoken in public, and all those here present have heard Me.” At your accents, all feel trembling, but their perfidy is such that a servant, wanting to honor Annas, comes close to You and with a fierce hand gives You a slap, but so violent as to make You stagger, and to bruise your most holy Face. The Eleventh Hour - From 3 to 4 AM - Jesus in the house of Caiphas You are before Caiphas as the most guilty, in the act of being condemned. Caiphas asks the witnesses what your crimes are. Ah, he should rather have asked what is your love! And some accuse You of one thing, some of another, speaking nonsense and contradicting themselves. As they accuse You, the soldiers who are near You tear your hair, and unload horrible slaps on your most holy Face, such as to resound through the whole room; they twist your lips, they hit You, while You remain silent and suffer. I hear the voice of Peter who says he does not know Me. Then he swore, and then, again, he perjured and anathematized knowing Me. O Peter, what! You do not know Me? Don’t you remember with how many gifts I filled you? Ah, if others make Me die of pains, you make Me die of sorrow! The Twelfth Hour - From 4 to 5 AM - Jesus at the mercy of the soldiers I now see that they are making fun of You. They cover your Face with thick spit; the light of your beautiful eyes are covered by the spit; and You, pouring rivers of tears for our salvation, push that spit away from your eyes, and your enemies, with hearts incapable of seeing the light of your eyes, cover them with spit again. And so they beat You up without pity; they drag You; they trample You under their feet; they repeat blows and slaps to your Face and over your head, scratching You, tearing your hair, and pushing You from one point to another. The Thirteenth Hour - From 5 to 6 AM - Jesus in prison I see You with your hands tied behind You to a column, and with your feet bound and gripped. I see your most holy Face bruised, swollen and bleeding from the horrible slaps received. Your most pure eyes are blackened; your pupils are tired and sad from the vigil; your hair is all disarranged; your Most Holy Person is all beaten up, and You cannot even help Yourself and clean Yourself, because You are bound. The Fourteenth Hour - From 6 to 7 AM - Jesus before Caiphas again, who confirms His condemnation to death and sends Him to Pilate. My sorrowful Jesus, You are now out of the prison; You are so exhausted that You stagger at each step. I now see that Caiphas is overjoyed in seeing You reduced so badly. He confirms the sentence to death and sends You to Pilate. And You, my condemned Jesus, accept this sentence with so much love and resignation... You repair for all the sins committed deliberately and with malice; and for those who, instead of afflicting themselves because of evil, rejoice and exult over sin itself. The Fifteenth Hour - From 7 to 8 AM - Jesus before Pilate. Pilate sends Him to Herod. Without wanting to know anything else, convinced of your innocence, Pilate goes out to the lobby and says: “I find no guilt in this man.” Enraged, the Jews accuse You of many other things, and You remain silent; You do not defend Yourself. Then, seeing the fury of your enemies, Pilate sends You to Herod, to get rid of You. I see that your enemies, enraged, would want to devour You, and they lead You among insults, mockeries, and derisions. So, they make You arrive before Herod, who, swelling up, asks You many questions. You do not answer him and do not even look at him. And Herod, irritated because he does not see his curiosity satisfied, and feeling humiliated by your long silence, declares to all that You are crazy and mindless, and he orders that You be treated as such. And to mock You, he has You clothed with a white garment, and he delivers You into the hands of the soldiers, that they may do with You the worst they can. The Sixteenth Hour - From 8 to 9 AM - Jesus is brought back to Pilate and placed after Barabbas. Jesus is scourged. You are already before Pilate, once again. In seeing You reduced so badly, clothed as a madman, that not even Herod has condemned You, he becomes more indignant against the Jews, and is even more convinced of your innocence, and that he should not condemn You. But, still, wanting to give some satisfaction to the Jews, almost to dampen their hatred, their fury, their rage, and their ardent thirst for your Blood, proposes You, with Barabbas, for their choice. But the Jews cry out: “We do not want Jesus free, but Barabbas!” And Pilate, not knowing what to do to calm them, condemns You to the scourging. see that the executioners take the ropes, and beat You without pity, to the point of bruising all of your Most Holy Body. Their fierceness, their fury in beating You is such that they are already tired. But two more take their place; they take thorny rods, and they beat You so much that, soon, rivers of Blood begin to pour from your Most Holy Body. Then they lash it all over, forming furrows, and filling it with wounds. But this is not all; two more take their turn, and with hooked iron chains, they continue the excruciating massacre. At the first blows, that flesh, beaten and wounded, rips open even more, and falls to the ground, torn into pieces. The bones are uncovered, the Blood pours down – so much, as to form a pool of Blood around the pillar. The Seventeenth Hour - From 9 to 10 AM - Jesus is Crowned with thorns. Your Blood pours down upon Your Face, in such a way that one can see nothing but blood. But under those thorns and that Blood, Your most holy Face appears, radiant with sweetness, with peace, and with love. And the executioners, wanting to complete the tragedy, blindfold You, place a reed in Your hand as scepter, and begin their mockeries. They hail You King of the Jews, they beat You on the crown, they slap You and say to You, “Guess who hit You!” The Eighteenth Hour - From 10 to 11 AM - Jesus takes up the Cross and walks toward Calvary. But I see that Your enemies hurl You down the stairs; the people await You with fury and eagerness; they make You find the Cross ready, which You long for with many sighs. And You - with love You gaze on It, and with firm step You approach It and embrace It. But, before that, You kiss It, and as a shiver of joy runs through Your Most Holy Humanity, with highest contentment You gaze on It again, measuring Its length and breadth. In It, already, You establish the portion for each creature. I see You stagger under the enormous weight of the Cross. You are shivering all over. At the continuous shoving You receive, the thorns penetrate more and more into Your most holy head. The Cross, with its heavy weight, digs into Your shoulder, to the extent of forming a wound so deep that the bones are exposed. At every step, it seems the You are dying, and unable to move any further. The Nineteenth Hour - From 11 to 12 PM -Jesus is Crucified And now, my sweet Good, You lay Yourself on the Cross, looking with so much love and with so much sweetness at Your executioners – who already hold nails and hammers in their hands ready to pierce You – as to make a sweet invitation to hasten the crucifixion. Indeed, with inhuman fury, they grab Your right hand, hold the nail on Your palm, and with blows of the hammer, make it come out the opposite side of the Cross. The pain You suffer is so great that You shiver, O my Jesus; the light of Your beautiful eye is eclipsed, and Your most holy Face turns pale and looks like death. The Twentieth Hour - From 12 to 1 PM - First Hour of Agony on the Cross And forced by Your love that torments You more than the pains themselves, with strong and moving voice, You speak as the God You are; You raise Your dying eyes to Heaven, and exclaim: “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they are doing!” And, again, You close Yourself in silence, immersed in unheard of pains. Crucified Jesus, how can so much love be possible? Ah, after so many pains and insults, Your first word is of forgiveness; and You excuse us before the Father for so many sins! The Twenty-First Hour - From 1 to 2 PM - Second Hour of Agony on the Cross You are about to die; Your very pains, so faithful to You, are about to leave You. And at the same time, after so much suffering, with immense sorrow You see that not all souls are incorporated in You. Rather, You see that many will be lost, and You feel the painful separation of them, as they detach themselves from Your limbs. And You, having to satisfy Divine Justice also for them, feel the death of each one of them, and the very pains they will suffer in hell. And You cry out loudly, to all hearts:” Do not abandon Me. If You want more pains, I am ready – but do not separate Yourselves from my Humanity. This is the sorrow of sorrows – it is the death of deaths; everything else would be nothing, if I did not have to suffer Your separation from Me! The Twenty-Second Hour - From 2 to 3 PM - Third Hour of Agony on the Cross You gather all Your strengths, and with a loud and thundering voice, You cry out: “Father, into Your hands I commend my spirit.” And bowing Your head, You breathe Your last. My Jesus, at this cry all nature is shaken and cries over Your death – the death of its Creator! The earth trembles strongly; and with its trembling, it seems to be crying and wanting to shake up souls to recognize You as true God. The veil of the Temple is torn, the dead are risen; the sun, which until now had cried over Your pains, has withdrawn its light with horror. At this cry, Your enemies fall on their knees, and beating their breasts, the say; “Truly He is the Son of God.” And Your Mother, petrified and dying, suffers pains harder than death. The Twenty-Third Hour - From 3 to 4 PM - Jesus, dead, is pierced by the thrust of a lance. My child, after I gave everything, I wanted this lance to open a shelter for all souls inside this Heart of Mine. Opened, It will cry out to all, continuously: Come into Me if You want to be saved. In this Heart You will find sanctity and You will make Yourselves saints; You will find relief in afflictions, strength in weakness, peace in doubts, company in abandonments. The Twenty-Fourth Hour - From 4 to 5 PM - The Burial of Jesus My sorrowful Mama, I see that You dispose Yourself to the final sacrifice of having to give burial to Your lifeless Son Jesus. Most resigned to the Will of God, You accompany Him, and You place Him in the sepulcher with Your own hands. But as You compose those limbs and are about to give Him the last good-bye and the last kiss, You feel Your Heart being torn from Your breast because of the pain. |
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