I hate sin; I abhor it and detest it with my whole being; but, because the sinner was created by God, made in His likeness to partake of Him and to rejoice in Him, I love the sinner with my whole soul. And all of me, full of compassion, cries out: “Son, come to the Fount of Life, where by means of the Sacraments you will be able to partake of the living God, and thereby to emerge out of this death in which you find yourself, so that you can be happy here and in Eternity, giving to God the glory that He expected from you...!”

Consecrated soul, predestined, chosen and pampered to be, in the bosom of the Church, salt of life that, in spiritual fatherhood or motherhood, as a herald of love, might be poured out on other souls...

O, Church of mine! all-beautiful, bedecked with Divinity Itself that penetrates You, fills You, en-nobles You, extolling You with such fruitfulness, that You, Church of mine, are the selfsame Word Incarnate Who comes forth from the Father’s bosom breaking into Word and burning in the Holy Spirit. That is your Royal Head, my Church!

Mary is a wonder of the power of God. The Virgin is intrinsically “Our Lady of the Incarnation,” because God created Her for the Incarnation, making Her a prodigy of the grace in radiant manifestation of the Omnipotent.

"...in the splendorous magnitude of our reality of Church, my soul tiny but brim­mingly eager to respond to God, says to God Himself, due to my spiritual and universal motherhood in the burning flames of the Holy Spirit and in the mysterious way of our graft­ing onto Christ, with Him, through Him and in Him, a “yes” so glorious that it may be a reply of love and reception by all men on the cold, silent, mysterious and sacrosanct night of Christmas."

Mary’s Advent...! Mother...! You had the Word of Life in your bosom for You, for You to love Him and for Him to love You. You lived happily in that intimacy and communication with the infinite Word in your innermost being. But, participating in the divine will, oblivious of yourself, You burned in terrible longings for that Word, who had “jumped” from the Father’s bosom to your bosom, to “jump” from your bosom to men in order to give Him to us as a Host that, offered by You to the Father, might be our salvation and sanctification.

Eve of Christ the King…!
My soul shook
with romances of tendernesses
that, secretly, put
my spirit to burn in live coals,
for it saw my Christ
who complained crying:

the world knew not
either the Eternal Father or Him…!

I love You, Jesus, because You are all that I desire and my sole reason for being. Without You, without my times before the tabernacle leaning on Your chest, without the vibration of the marrow of my spirit which has me only and always centred on the untiring search for Your glory, and without the nostalgia of Your definitive encounter, what would become of me…?!