HOW I PRAY THAT THIS CAN BE SHARED WITH MANY SOULS TO UPLIFT AND ENCOURAGE. AND I DO THANK YOU FOR SHARING! GOD BLESS YOU. JESUS OUR LORD AND SAVIOR DICTATES HIS PASSION TO SR. JOSEFA - WAY OF DIVINE LOVE - AWESOME!! ALSO HOW OUR LORD FEELS WHEN WE CALL HIM FATHER! SO BEAUTIFUL AND HEART-WARMING. . . THIS IS ON WHAT HE ENDURED AND SUFFERED FROM HIS OWN WORDS ON THE CRUCIFIXION. I HAVE NEVER READ ANYTHING LIKE THIS! JUST AMAZING! YOU WILL SEE.... God bless and love you and all you hold dear to your heart. Amen. THE CRUCIFIXION OF OUR LORD AS NARRATED TO SR. JOSEFA MENENDEZ FROM HIS OWN WORDS, IN WAY OF DIVINE LOVE. Pages: 397-399 Wednesday in HolyWeek The Crucifixion 28th March 1923 OUR LORD JESUS: "Be attentive, Angelic Spirits, and all ye who love Me." { Our Lord to Josefa } {...} Jesus: "We have nearly reached Calvary. The crowd is growing excited while I drag Myself along with the utmost difficulty, and soon worn out with fatigue, I fall for the third time. "By My first fall I obtained for sinners rooted in evil, the grace of conversion. . . . By My second fall, encouragement for those weak souls blinded by sadness and anxiety, so that rising up they might make a fresh start in the way of virtue. My third fall will help souls to repent in the supreme hour of death. "We have now reached the summit. Look at the officiousness { means: assertive of authority in an annoying domineering way, especially with regard to petty or trivial matters. Self-important } with which these hardened sinners surround Me . . . some seize hold of the Cross and lay it on the ground . . . others tear My garments from Me, reopening all My Wounds. . . My Blood flows afresh. . . . "Think, dear souls, of My shame in seeing Myself thus exposed to the gaze of the mob . . . what physical agony, what confusion for My soul. Think of the affliction of My Mother as she witnessed this terrible scene. . . . How she longs to take possession of the tunic now impregnated with My Blood. "The hour has come! The executioners stretch Me upon the Cross. They violently seize and extend My arms that My hands may reach the holes they have prepared in the wood. Every shock causes My thorn-crowned head to come into violent contact with the Cross . . . the thorns are driven deeper and deeper into it. Hear the first sound of the hammer that fixes My right hand . . . deep into the very earth it resounds. Listen again: they fasten My left hand. The very heavens tremble, and the Angels fall prostate at the sight. . . . "As for Me, I keep the deepest silence - not a murmur escapes My lips. "Having nailed My hands, they pull pitilessly at My feet; My wounds burst open afresh . . . the nerves are severed . . . the bones dislocated . . . the torture if unspeakable!. . . they pierce My feet and My Blood is poured forth upon the ground! "Stay a while and contemplate these pierced hands and feet . . . this body covered with wounds. . . . This head pierced through and through by cruel thorns, fouled with dirt, bathed in sweat and blood. "Wonder and marvel at My silence, patience, and resignation under such brutal treatment. Ask yourself who suffered? Who is the victim of such barbarity? It is JESUS CHRIST, the very Son of God, Maker of heaven and earth and of all things. . . . who causes the plants to grow and every living thing to prosper. . .. Who created man, and whose power sustains all things. . .. Behold Him unable to move, an object of scorn, despoiled of all. But soon what a multitude will follow Him, throwing away fortune, comfort, honor, family and homeland . . . everything that the world can give, to render Him honor and glory and the love that is His due. "Then while the soldiers inhumanly make the air ring with their blows . . . the earth trembles . . . there is silence in heaven, angelic spirits are prostrate in adoration. . . . GOD IS NAILED TO THE CROSS! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Josefa, see thy Jesus extended on the Cross, without honor or liberty. He cannot stir hand or foot. . . . Nothing remains to Him. No one pities Him, none compassionate His suffering, but instead fresh mockeries, new insults, more and more pain are added to what He already endures. If you love Me truly what will you do to resemble Me? Will you refuse anything My love asks? . . . Will you spare any efforts to console Me? "And now, Josefa, prostrate to the ground and listen to My words: "May My will triumph in you. . . . "May My love consume you. . . . "May Your misery glorify Me. . . . " { This is so precious } THIS NOW IS WHAT HE SHARED WITH JOSEFA WHEN SHE CALLED HIM FATHER: Page 329: Jesus to Josefa: "Do not be afraid," He said. "I am watching over you. . . . I am guiding you. . . and I love you." How can the Fatherhood of God be better expressed? And Josefa relates: "As He is so good," she wrote, "I called Him Father, and I tried to say how tenderly I love Him." "When you call Me Father," He replied, "It pleases Me, Josefa, and when you give Me that name I feel bound to take care of you. When here below a little child begins to talk and utters the sweet name of Father, with what joy parents press their child to their hearts, for the world holds no greater pleasure for them. If this is true of an earthly father and mother, how much truer of Me, for I am your Father, Mother, God, Creator, Savior and Bridegroom! . . . And none equals My Heart in loving kindness. "Yes, Josefa, when you feel oppressed and sad, hasten to call on your Father, and rest on His Heart. "If on account of your work you cannot throw yourself at My feet as you would like, only murmur the one word Father and I will help, sustain, guide, and comfort you. "Now go in peace to your rest. Another day is over and it will count for all eternity."
