HOURS OF TABERNACLE

Hours of Tabernacle, in cries of love, today my motherhood asks of my own….

Hours of Tabernacle, children of my longings! because Love waits without ever tiring, in tender waiting….

Hours of Tabernacle which are a “little piece” of the eternal bliss of Eternity!

That is why in our Homes, in the little corner where I tenderly place the Home for the Eternal Love who humbly hides in our tabernacles under the species of a little Bread, I seek warmth of love after warmth of love, tenderness and solace, freshness and comfort, a homely atmosphere…. And always in the houses that I set up for the Eternal One, I try to surround them with great comfort, so that we may forget all mean and lowly things, and we all enjoy in our tabernacles a time of glory with the Trinity.

It is my wish that our chapels in our Homes be welcoming; so warm in winter and so cool in summer, so comfortable, so familial, that we may be able to live on earth, in our moments of prayer, a prelude, a closeness, a foretaste or a preparation for Eternity.

Our moments of prayer must be a time of glory, of intimacy with the Eternal One, of contact with infinite Happiness; a time of spiritual rest in our long pilgrimage.

And therefore, since our eternal day will be a glorious day of perpetual prayer, which is the same as contact with God in the eternal, I would like all of my own, whenever they go to pray, to do so with the thought of spending on earth a moment of Eternity with the Eternal One; and to that end, I wish to surround them with the atmosphere that will best make them forget everything here, so that they can live from the far beyond.

Never turn the chapel into a place of penance. Do not assume awkward positions, but rather let your postures manifest recollection and be respectful; we are before the living God to listen to Him, to sense Him, to comfort Him, to love Him, to receive Him, to spend with Him some moments of Eternity, an agony in Gethsemane or a crucifixion in Calvary, or to listen to an explanation of His Mystery….

And for all this, it is necessary to come out of ourselves, to forget about ourselves, to lose sight of ourselves, and to seek all the necessary means to introduce ourselves into God in the way, manner or style that best helps us to live of Him, with Him and for Him, without ourselves and outside of ourselves.

To this end, we must avoid whatever has to do with the noise of doors, unnecessary movements, untimely exits or entrances, and everything that causes a disturbance in our spirit or breaks the exterior silence, which helps our interior silence in order to live the silent mystery of the hidden God.

Beloved soul, seek silence and create silence around you so that you may find, in the silence of solitude, the Eternal Silent One; and strive to help extend this silence to all of us who, in our moments of prayer, seek to silence ourselves close to our tabernacles in a foretaste of Eternity.

My moments of Tabernacle are the foretastes of the Eternal, my joys of glory, my longings for Heaven….

It is in my moments of Tabernacle where, in the sorrows of mourning, I weep with my sorrowful God, I gather His disconsolations, I perceive His martyrdoms, and I am consumed in His fires….

It is in my moments of Tabernacle where my open spirit receives the omnipotence of the immense powers; where I feel fruitful, where I embrace the Universe, where I reach all places to fulfil the mission of my thirsty spirit….

In my moments of Tabernacle, penetrated by the Immense One, I radiate throughout the world the songs of my Word.

My moments of Tabernacle are yearnings in torment, because I do not find Him whom I long for behind the light of His mystery….

It is my moments of Tabernacle, in radiances of Heaven, or in sorrowful darknesses, that fill the torturing caverns of my breast.

I seek God in the strange way He gives Himself to us in exile, in joys of glory, or in winter solitudes…. But for those who love with nostalgic longings for the Eternal One it does not matter to wait day after day, since they know that a Tabernacle is the gate of the Heavens!

That is why I search in my life, in my nights and in my mournings, in my tortures of death, in my bloodless martyrdom, in my prolonged waiting and in the winter night, when frost covers me, when hell attacks me, behind the doors of the tabernacle, for the opening of the Heavens…!

What does it matter to me that I do not feel, before my open tabernacle, if the torch of faith, like a shining bright star, tells me that this Bread is the glory of the Eternal!

Therefore, seek, my son, with untiring labours, with the agonies of death and even with the tortures of hell, long periods of Tabernacle, even if you only glimpse, in the dark, the tragedy of the dead God….

Seek moments of Tabernacle, without seeking anything but the Eternal One, without hoping for anything else but Him, knowing, through hope, that the Heavens will open at last…! Do not grow tired, because love knows no discouragement!

Therefore, pray untiringly before your open tabernacle, where the Lord has remained in a small Sustenance, so that you might seek Him with your hopes afire….

Pray untiringly, my son, since my heart, wounded by the voices of the Eternal One, lovingly asks you for this today with my zealous clamours…!

Pray untiringly, my son, giving Jesus consolation!

Mother Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia