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Preparation for Holy Communion 1804-1828
Diary
Divine Mercy in My Soul ( II: 801 850 )
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Today,
I still managed to pay a short visit to the Lord [in the Eucharist] before going
to bed. My spirit was immersed in Him as in its only treasure. My heart
rested a while near the Heart of my Spouse. I received light as to how I
should behave toward those around me, and then I returned to my solitude. The
doctor is taking good care of me; all those around me are very kind to me. |
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802 |
December
10, [1936]. I got up earlier today and made my meditation before Holy Mass.
Holy Mass is at six o'clock here. After Holy Communion my spirit was drowned
in the Lord as in the sole object of its love. I felt absorbed by His
omnipotence. When I came back to my private room, I felt sick and had to lie
down at once. The sister [150] brought me some medication, but I felt
bad all day. In the evening, I tried to make a Holy Hour, but I could not do
so; all I could do was unite myself with the suffering Jesus. |
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803 |
My
room is next to the men's ward. I didn't know that men were such
chatterboxes. From morning till late at night, there is talk about various
subjects. The women's ward is much quieter. It is women who are always blamed
for this; but I have had occasion to be convinced that the opposite is true.
It is very difficult for me to concentrate on my prayer in the midst of these
jokes and this laughter. They do not disturb me when the grace of God takes
complete possession of me, because then I do not know what is going on around
me. |
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804 |
My
Jesus, how little these people talk about You. They talk about everything but
You, Jesus. And if they talk so little [about You], it is quite probable that
they do not think about You at all. The whole world interests them; but about
You, their Creator, there is silence. Jesus, I am sad to see this great
indifference and ingratitude of creatures. O my Jesus, I want to love You for
them and to make atonement to You, by my love. |
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805 |
From
early morning, I felt the nearness of the Blessed Mother. During Holy Mass, I
saw Her, so lovely and so beautiful that I have no words to express even a
small part of this beauty. She was all [in] white, with a blue sash around
Her waist. Her cloak was also blue, and there was a crown on Her head.
Marvelous light streamed forth from Her whole figure. I am the Queen of
heaven and earth, but especially the Mother of your [Congregation]. She
pressed me to Her heart and said, I feel
constant compassion for you. I felt the force of Her Immaculate Heart
which was communicated to my soul. Now I understand why I have been preparing
for this feast for two months and have been looking forward to it with such
yearning. From today onwards, I am going to strive for the greatest purity of
soul, that the rays of God's grace may be reflected in all their brilliance.
I long to be a crystal in order to find favor in His eyes. |
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That same day, I saw a certain priest [probably Father Sopocko or Father
Andrasz] who was surrounded by the light which flowed from Her; evidently,
this soul loves the Immaculate One. |
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An
extraordinary yearning fills my soul. I am surprised that it does not
separate the soul from the body. I desire God; I want to become immersed in
Him. I understand that I am in a terrible exile; my soul aspires for God with
all its might. O you inhabitants of my fatherland, be mindful of this exile!
When will the veils be lifted for me as well? Although I see and feel to a
certain extent how very thin is the veil separating me from the Lord, I long
to see Him face to face; but let everything be done according to Your will. |
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808 |
December
11. I could not assist at the whole Mass today; I assisted at only the most
important parts, and after receiving Holy Communion I immediately returned to
my solitude. The presence of God suddenly enveloped me, and at the same
moment I felt the Passion of the Lord, for a very short while. During that
moment, I attained a more profound knowledge of the work of mercy. |
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809 |
During
the night, I was suddenly awakened and knew that some soul was asking me for
prayer, and that it was in much need of prayer. Briefly, but with all my
soul, I asked the Lord for grace for her. |
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810 |
The
following afternoon, when I entered the ward, I saw someone dying, and
learned that the agony had started during the night. When I verified it-it
had been at the time when I had been asked for prayer. And just then, I heard
a voice in my soul: Say the chaplet which
I taught you. I ran to fetch
my rosary and knelt down by the dying person and, with all the ardor of my soul, I began to say the chaplet. Suddenly the dying
person opened her eyes and looked at me; I had not managed to finish the
entire chaplet when she died, with extraordinary peace. I fervently asked the
Lord to fulfill the promise He had given me for the recitation of the
chaplet. The Lord gave me to know that the soul had been granted the grace He
had promised me. That was the first soul to receive the benefit of the Lord's
promise. I could feel the power of mercy envelop that soul. |
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811 |
When
I entered my solitude, I heard these words: At the hour of their death, I defend as My own glory every
soul that will say this chaplet; or when others say it for a dying person,
the indulgence is the same. When this chaplet is said by the bedside of a
dying person, God's anger is placated, unfathomable mercy envelops the soul,
and the very depths of My tender mercy are moved for the sake of the
sorrowful Passion of My Son. |
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812 |
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Today I have fought a battle with the spirits of darkness over one soul. How terribly
Satan hates God's mercy! I see how he opposes this whole work. |
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O merciful Jesus, stretched on the cross, be mindful
of the hour of our death. O most merciful Heart of Jesus, opened with a
lance, shelter me at the last moment of my life. O Blood and Water, which
gushed forth from the Heart of Jesus as a fount of unfathomable mercy for me
at the hour of my death, O dying Jesus, Hostage of mercy, avert the Divine
wrath at the hour of my death. |
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December 12, [1936]. Today, I only received Holy Communion and stayed for a
few moments of the Mass. All my strength is in You, O Living Bread. It would
be difficult for me to live through the day if I did not receive Holy
Communion. It is my shield; without You, Jesus, I know not how to live. |
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815 |
Jesus,
my Love, today gave me to understand how much He loves me, although there is
such an enormous gap between us, the Creator and the creature; and yet, in a
way, there is something like equality: love fills up the gap. He himself
descends to me and makes me capable of communing with Him. I immerse myself
in Him, losing myself as it were; and yet, under His loving gaze, my soul
gains strength and power and an awareness that it
loves and is especially loved. It knows that the Mighty One protects it. Such
prayer, though short, benefits the soul greatly, and whole hours of ordinary
prayer do not give the soul that light which is given by a brief moment of
this higher form of prayer. |
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816 |
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This afternoon, I had my first open-air rest [on the sunny veranda at the
sanatorium]. Sister Felicia [151] visited me today and brought a few
necessary things and some lovely apples and words of greeting from our
beloved Mother Superior and dear sisters. |
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817 |
When
I reflected that I had not been to confession for more than three weeks, I wept
seeing the sinfulness of my soul and certain difficulties. I had not gone to
confession because the circumstances made it impossible. On the day of
confessions, I had been confined to bed. The following week, confessions were
in the afternoon, and I had left for the hospital that morning. This
afternoon, Father Andrasz came into my room and sat down to hear my
confession. Beforehand, we did not exchange a single word. I was delighted
because I was extremely anxious to go to confession. As usual, I unveiled my
whole soul. Father gave a reply to each little detail. I felt unusually happy
to be able to say everything as I did. For penance, he gave me the Litany of
the Holy Name of Jesus. When I wanted to tell him of the difficulty I have in
saying this litany, he rose and began to give me absolution. Suddenly his
figure became diffused with a great light, and I saw that it was not Father
A., but Jesus. His garments were bright as snow, and He disappeared
immediately. At first, I was a little uneasy, but after a while a kind of
peace entered my soul; and I took note of the fact that Jesus heard the
confession in the same way that confessors do; and yet something was
wondrously transpiring in my heart during this confession; I couldn't at
first understand what it signified. |
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818 |
December
16, [1936]. I have offered this day for Russia. I have offered all my
sufferings and prayers for that poor country. After Holy Communion, Jesus
said to me, I cannot suffer that
country any longer. Do not tie my hands, My daughter. I understood that if it had not been for the prayers
of souls that are pleasing to God, that whole nation would have already been
reduced to nothingness. Oh, how I suffer for that nation which has banished
God from its borders! |
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O inexhaustible spring of Divine Mercy, pour yourself out upon us! Your
Goodness knows no limits. Confirm, O Lord, the power of Your mercy over the
abyss of my misery, for You have no limit to Your mercies. Wonderful and
matchless is Your mercy, astonishing the human and angelic mind. |
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820 |
My
Guardian Angel told me to pray for a certain soul, and in the morning I
learned that it was a man whose agony had begun that very moment. The Lord
Jesus makes it known to me in a special way when someone is in need of my
prayer. I especially know when my prayer is needed by a dying soul. This
happens more often now than it did in the past. |
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821 |
The
Lord Jesus gave me to know how very pleasing to Him is a
soul who lives in accordance with the will of God. It thereby gives
very great glory to God... |
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822 |
I
have come to understand today that even if I did not accomplish any of the
things the Lord is demanding of me, I know that I shall be rewarded as if I
had fulfilled everything, because He sees the intention with which I begin,
and even if He called me to himself today, the work would not suffer at all
by that, because He himself is the Lord of both the work and the worker. My
part is to love Him to folly; all works are nothing more than a tiny drop before
Him. It is love that has meaning and power and merit. He has opened up great
horizons in my soul-love compensates for the chasms. |
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823 |
December
17, [1936]. I have offered this day for priests. I have suffered more today
than ever before, both interiorly and exteriorly. I did not know it was
possible to suffer so much in one day. I tried to make a Holy Hour, in the
course of which my spirit had a taste of the bitterness of the Garden of
Gethsemane. I am fighting alone, supported by His arm, against all the
difficulties that face me like unassailable walls. But I trust in the power
of His name and I fear nothing. |
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824 |
In
this seclusion, Jesus himself is my Master. He himself educates and instructs
me. I feel that I am the object of His special action. For His inscrutable
purposes and unfathomable decrees, He unites me to Himself in a special way
and allows me to penetrate His incomprehensible mysteries. There is one
mystery which unites me with the Lord, of which no one-not even angels-may
know. And even if I wanted to tell of it, I would not know how to express it.
And yet, I live by it and will live by it for ever.
This mystery distinguishes me from every other soul here on earth or in
eternity. |
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825 |
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O bright and clear day on which all my dreams will be fulfilled; O day so
eagerly desired, the last day of my life! I look forward with joy to the last
stroke the Divine Artist will trace on my soul, which will give my soul a
unique beauty that will distinguish me from the beauty of other souls. O
great day, on which divine love will be confirmed in me. On that day, for the
first time, I shall sing before heaven and earth the song of the Lord's
fathomless mercy. This is my work and the mission which the Lord has destined
for me from the beginning of the world. That the song of my soul may be
pleasing to the Holy Trinity, do You, O Spirit of God, direct and form my
soul yourself. I arm myself with patience and await Your coming, O merciful
God, and as to the terrible pains and fear of death, at this moment more than
at any other time, I trust in the abyss of Your mercy and am reminding You, O
merciful Jesus, sweet Savior, of all the promises You have made to me. |
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826 |
This
morning I had an adventure. My watch had stopped, and I did not know when to
get up, and I thought of what a misfortune it would be to miss Holy
Communion. It was still dark, so I had no way of knowing whether it was time
to get up. I dressed, made my meditation and went to the chapel, but
everything was still locked, and silence reigned everywhere. I steeped myself
in prayer, especially for the sick. I now see how much the sick have need of
prayer. Finally, the chapel was opened. I found it difficult to pray because
I was already feeling very exhausted, and immediately after Holy Communion I
returned to my room. Then I saw the Lord, who said to me, Know, My daughter, that the ardor of your heart is pleasing to
Me. And just as you desire ardently to become united with Me in Holy Communion,
so too do I desire to give Myself wholly to you; and as a reward for your
zeal, rest on My Heart. At
that moment, my spirit was immersed in His Being, like a drop in a bottomless
ocean. I drowned myself in Him as in my sole treasure. Thus I came to
recognize that the Lord allows certain difficulties for His greater glory. |
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827 |
December
18, [1936]. Today I felt bad that a week had gone by and no one had come to
visit me. [152] When I complained to the Lord, He
answered, Isn't it enough for
you that I visit you every day? I
apologized to the Lord and the hurt vanished. O God, my strength, You are
sufficient for me. |
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828 |
This
evening, I learned that a certain soul was in need of my prayer. I prayed
fervently, but felt that this was still not enough, so I continued to pray
for a longer time. On the following day, I learned that the agony of a
certain soul had started at just that time and had continued until morning. I
recognized what struggles it had gone through. In a strange way, the Lord
Jesus makes known to me that a dying soul has need of my prayer. I feel
vividly and clearly that spirit who is asking me for prayer. I was not aware
that souls are so closely united, and often it is my Guardian Angel who tells
me. |
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829 |
During
Holy Mass, the little Infant Jesus brings joy to my soul. Often, distance
does not exist - I see a certain priest who brings Him down. I am awaiting Christmas with great yearning; I am living in
expectation together with the Most Holy Mother. |
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830 |
O
Light Eternal, who come to this earth, enlighten my mind and strengthen my
will that I may not give up in times of great affliction.
May Your light dissipate all the shadows of doubt.
May Your omnipotence act through me. I trust in You, O uncreated Light! You,
O Infant Jesus, are a model for me in accomplishing Your Father's will, You,
who said, "Behold, I come to do Your will." Grant that I also may do
God's will faithfully in all things. O Divine Infant, grant me this grace! |
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831 |
O
my Jesus, my soul was yearning for the days of trial, but do not leave me
alone in the darkness of my soul. Rather, do You hold me firmly, close to Yourself. Set a guard over my lips, so that the fragrance
of my sufferings may be known and pleasing to You alone. |
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832 |
O
merciful Jesus, how longingly You hurried to the Upper Room to consecrate the
Host that I am to receive in my life. Jesus, You desired to dwell in my
heart. Your living Blood unites with mine. Who can understand this close
union? My heart encloses within itself the Almighty, the Infinite One. 0
Jesus, continue to grant me Your divine life. Let Your pure and noble Blood
throb with all its might in my heart. I give You my whole being. Transform me
into Yourself and make me capable of doing Your holy will in all things and
of returning Your love. O my sweet Spouse, You know that my heart knows no
one but You. You have opened up in my heart an insatiable depth of love for
You. From the very first moment it knew You, my heart has loved You and has
lost itself in You as its one and only object. May Your pure and omnipotent
love be the driving force of all my actions. Who
will ever conceive and understand the depth of mercy that has gushed forth
from Your Heart? |
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833 |
I
have experienced how much envy there is, even in religious life. I see that
there are few truly great souls, ready to trample on everything that is not
God. O soul, you will find no beauty outside of God. Oh, how fragile is the
foundation of those who elevate themselves at the expense of others! What a
loss! |
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834 |
December
19,[1936]. This evening, I felt in my soul , that a certain person had need of my prayer.
Immediately, I began to pray. Suddenly, I realize interiorly and am aware of who the spirit is who is asking this of me; I pray until I
feel at peace. There is great help for the dying in this chaplet. I often
pray for an intention that I have learned of interiorly. I always pray until
I experience in my soul that the prayer has had its effect. |
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835 |
Especially
now, while I am in this hospital, I experience an inner communion with the
dying who ask me for prayer when their agony begins. God has given me a wondrous
contact with the dying! Since this has been happening more frequently, I have
been able to verify it, even to the exact hour. |
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836 |
O
most sweet Jesus, who have deigned to allow miserable me to gain a knowledge
of Your unfathomable mercy; O most sweet Jesus, who have graciously demanded
that I tell the whole world of Your incomprehensible mercy, this day I take
into my hands the two rays that spring from Your merciful Heart; that is, the
Blood and the Water; and I scatter them all over the globe so that each soul
may receive Your mercy and, having received it, may glorify it for endless
ages. O most sweet Jesus who, in Your incomprehensible kindness, have deigned to unite my wretched heart to Your most
merciful Heart, it is with Your own Heart that I glorify God, our Father, as
no soul has ever glorified Him before. |
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837 |
December
21, [1936]. The radio is always playing in the afternoon, so I feel the loss
of silence. All morning long, there is ceaseless talk and noise. My God, I
was looking forward to being in silence, happy that I should be talking only
with the Lord, and here it is just the opposite. Yet, nothing disturbs me
now, neither the talking nor the radio. In a word-nothing. By the grace of
God, when I am praying I do not even know where I am; I know only that my
soul is united with the Lord. And thus I pass my days in this hospital. |
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838 |
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I marvel at how many humiliations and sufferings that priest accepts in this
whole matter. [153] I see this at particular times, and I
support him with my unworthy prayers. Only God can give one such courage;
otherwise one would give up. But I see with joy that all these adversities
contribute to God's greater glory. The Lord has few such souls. O infinite
eternity, you will make manifest the efforts of heroic souls, because the
earth rewards their efforts with hatred and ingratitude. Such souls do not
have friends; they are solitary. And in this solitude, they gain strength;
they draw their strength from God alone. With humility, but also with
courage, they stand firmly in the face of all the storms that beat upon them.
Like high-towering oaks, they are unmoved. And in this there is just this one
secret: that it's from God that they draw this strength, and everything
whatsoever they have need of, they have for themselves and for others. They
not only carry their own burden, but also know how to take on, and are
capable of taking on, the burdens of others. They are pillars of light along
God's ways; they live in light themselves and shed light upon others. They
themselves live on the heights, and know how to show the way to lesser ones
and help them attain those heights. |
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My Jesus, You see that I do not know how to write well and, on top of that, I
don't even have a good pen. And often it scratches so badly that I must put
sentences together, letter by letter. And that is not all. I also have the
difficulty of keeping secret from the sisters the things I write down, and so
I often have to shut my notebook every few minutes and listen patiently to
someone's story, and then the time set aside for writing is gone. And when I
shut the notebook suddenly, the ink smears. I write with the permission of my
superiors and at the command of my confessor. It is a strange thing:
sometimes the writing goes quite well, but at other times, I can hardly read
it myself. |
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840 |
December
23, [1936]. I am spending this time with the Mother of God and preparing
myself for the solemn moment of the coming of the Lord Jesus. The Mother of
God is instructing me in the interior life of the soul with Jesus, especially
in Holy Communion. It is only in eternity that we shall know the great
mystery effected in us by Holy Communion. O most precious moments of my life!
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841 |
O
my Creator, I long for You! You understand me, O Lord of mine! All that is on
earth seems to me like a pale shadow. It is You I long for and desire. Although
You do so inconceivably much for me, for You yourself visit me in a special
way, yet those visits do not soothe the wound of the heart, but make me long
all the more for You, O Lord. Oh, take me to Yourself, Lord, if such is Your
will! You know that I am dying, and I am dying of longing for You; and yet, I
cannot die. Death, where are you? You draw me into the abyss of Your
divinity, and You veil yourself with darkness. My whole being is immersed in
You, yet I desire to see You face to face. When will this come about for me? |
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842 |
Sister
Chrysostom [154] came to visit me today. She brought some
lemons and apples and a tiny Christmas tree. I was delighted with them.
Through Sister Chrysostom, Mother Superior asked the doctor [Adam Silberg] to let me come home for Christmas, and he
readily agreed. I was very happy and burst into tears like a little child.
Sister Chrysostom was surprised that I looked so bad and had changed so much,
and she told me, "You know, Little Faustina, probably you will die. You
must be suffering a great deal, Sister." I answered that I was suffering
more that day than on other days, but that it was nothing and that, for the salvation
of souls, it was not too much. O merciful Jesus, give me the souls of
sinners! |
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843 |
December
24, [1936]. During Holy Mass today, I was united in a particular way with God
and His Immaculate Mother. The humility and love of the Immaculate Virgin
penetrated my soul. The more I imitate the Mother of God, the more deeply I
get to know God. Oh, what infinite longing envelops my soul! Jesus, how can
You still leave me in this exile? I am dying of longing for You. Every touch
of my soul by You wounds me immensely. Love and suffering go together; yet I
would not exchange this pain caused by You for any treasure, because it is
the pain of incomprehensible delights, and these wounds of the soul are
inflicted by a loving hand. |
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844 |
Sister
C. [155] came in the afternoon and took me home
for the holydays. I was happy to be reunited with the community. As we were
riding through the city [Cracow], I imagined it was the town of Bethlehem. As
I watched all those people hurrying about, I thought: who is meditating
today, in recollection and silence, on this inconceivable mystery? O pure
Virgin, You are traveling today, and so am I. I feel that today's journey has
its symbolism. O radiant Virgin, pure as crystal, all immersed in God, I
offer You my spiritual life; arrange everything that it may be pleasing to
Your Son. O my Mother, how ardently I desire that You give me the Infant
Jesus during the Midnight Mass. And I felt such a living presence of God in
the depths of my soul, that it was only by sheer
will-power that I restrained my joy in order not to show outwardly what was
going on in my soul. |
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845 |
Before
the vigil supper, I entered the chapel for a moment to break the wafer spiritually
with those dear to my heart. I presented them all, by name, to Jesus and
begged for graces on their behalf. But that wasn't all. I commended to the
Lord all those who are being persecuted, those who are suffering, those who
do not know His Name, and especially poor sinners. O little Jesus, I
fervently ask You, enclose them all in the ocean of Your incomprehensible
mercy. O sweet little Jesus, here is my heart; let it be a little cozy
dwelling place for Yourself. O Infinite Majesty, with what sweetness You drew
close to us. Here, there is no dread of the thunderbolts of the great
Jehovah; here, there is the sweet little Jesus. Here, no soul is afraid,
although Your majesty has not lessened, but only concealed itself. After
supper, I felt very tired and was in pain. I had to lie down. But I kept
vigil with the Most Holy Mother, awaiting the arrival of the little Child. |
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846 |
December
25, [1936]. Midnight Mass. During Mass, God's presence pierced me through and
through. A moment before the Elevation I saw the Mother of God and the Infant
Jesus and the good Old Man [St. Joseph]. The Most Holy Mother spoke these
words to me: My daughter, Faustina, take this most precious Treasure, and
she gave me the Infant Jesus. When I took Jesus in my arms, my soul felt such
unspeakable joy that I am unable to describe it. But, strange thing, after a
short while Jesus became awful, horrible-looking, grown up and suffering; and
then the vision vanished, and soon it was time to go to Holy Communion. When
I received the Lord Jesus in Holy Communion, my soul trembled under the
influence of God's presence. The next day, I saw the Divine Infant for a
brief moment during the Elevation. |
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847 |
On
the second day of the Feast, Father Andrasz came to celebrate Mass for us,
and during Mass I again saw the little Jesus. In the afternoon, I went to
confession. Father did not give an answer to some of my questions that
concerned this work. He said, "When you recover, we shall talk about it
in concrete terms; and now, try to recover completely. As for the rest, you
know what guidance to follow and what direction to take in these
matters." As penance, Father told me to say the chaplet that Jesus had
taught me. |
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848 |
While
I was saying the chaplet, I heard a voice which said, Oh, what great graces I will grant to souls who say this
chaplet; the very depths of My tender mercy are stirred for the sake of those
who say the chaplet. Write down these words, My daughter. Speak to the world
about My mercy; let all mankind recognize My unfathomable mercy. It is a sign
for the end times; after it will come the day of justice. While there is
still time, let them have recourse to the fount of My mercy; let them profit
from the Blood and Water which gushed forth for them. |
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849 |
December
27. Today, I returned to my place of solitude [her private room at the
sanatorium]. I had a pleasant trip as I travelled with a certain person [156] who was taking her baby to be baptized.
We gave her a lift as far as the Church in Podgorze.
[157] In order to get out, she put the baby in
my arms. When I took it, I offered it, with an ardent prayer, to God so that some day it might give Him special glory. I felt in my
soul that the Lord was looking in a special way on that little soul. When we
arrived on Pradnik, Sister N. [158] helped me to carry my bundle. When we
entered my room, we saw a beautiful paper angel with the inscription,
"Gloria in...... I think it is from the sick sister to whom I sent the
Christmas tree. [159] |
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850 |
And
so, the holydays are over. Nothing can still the
yearning of my soul. I long for You, O my Creator and eternal God! Neither
celebrations nor beautiful hymns soothe my soul; rather, they make me yearn
all the more. At the very mention of Your Name, my spirit springs toward You,
O Lord. |
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Preparation for Holy Communion 1804-1828
Diary, St. Maria
Faustina Kowalska, Divine Mercy In My Soul
(c) Congregation of Marians of the Immaculate
Conception, Stockbridge, MA 01263.
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