What a Saturday of such glorious triumph! in which the soul of God’s Only Begotten Son, who at the same time is the Son of Man, opens by the fruit of His Redemption the sumptuous Gates of Eternity, closed since the earthly Paradise by the sin in rebellion of our First Parents; and the old floodgates are raised before the impetuous passing of irresistible power of the soul of God’s immolated Only Begotten Son, in triumph of glory.
"I want you to live this Holy Week not from memory, but from reality! I want you to live not like the one who is remembering that Jesus was with us, but rather you have to take in this Holy Week - Christ’s Holy Week - the Week of Christ’s Passion, the Week of death and crucifixion...! you have to take that time, and live it in your own time now! and stand at the foot of the cross, and live with Christ, and die with Christ, and rise with Christ! and suffer with Christ, and be immolated with Christ, and be shattered with Christ! and stay with all your spirit open to receive His testament of love, to receive His infinite gift, to receive all that demonstration of Infinite Love for you...!"
The Alone... A loneliness that we will never be able to penetrate in Your infinite-like capacity.... O, Jesus! The reflection of this terrible loneliness were the bleeding moments of Your sorrowful passion, in which Your whole humanity expressed how forsaken was Your soul, not only in Your sorrowful inner tragedy, but also in Your solitary Via Crucis of human abandonment.