A piece of writing from


from the 14th of September, of 1997. Title:



Stunned and surpassed by the unfathomable and inexhaustible mystery of the Redemption at Calvary, together with the Virgin Mother of the utmost sorrow, my soul, immersed in the infi­nite thought of the eternal Holiness, gasping for love and full of tenderness, in priestly posture of reverent adoration and listening to the laments in moaning of Christ’s soul, needs to drink out of the eternal Springs that gush out in torrents from His side.

And from the lowliness of my nothingness, listening to the words of the Divine Redeemer, to receive the sapiential and sacrosanct pro­nunciations in loving spelling out; wherewith, in the last romance of love of His hard pil­grimage, the Father’s Christ, “cursed be every­one who hangs on a tree” between Heaven and Earth, between God and men, between the in­finite Holiness and sin, “scorned by everyone, despised by the people,” manifests to us the love with which He loves us.

Not only giving up His life like an immacu­late and sinless Lamb, but coming to the point, in the most unimaginable agony in a manifes­tation of the splendour of His glory, excruciat­ingly pierced in the marrow of His spirit, of ex-pressing to us, in the flourished signings of His testament of love, the most recondite, intimate and sacrosanct folds of the palpitation of His grieving soul.

Since, in a glorious and heartrending demon­stration, He donates Himself in singing expres­sion of repairing return, to the Holiness of the three times Holy God outraged and offended.

And in a majestically sovereign manifestation of the bleeding victim, appearing before that very Holiness of He who Is with the innumer­able load of all our sins, clamours, as though terrified, at the supreme moment of the Re­demption of fallen mankind, and as the Atoner for all of it, in and through the plenitude of His Priesthood:

“My God, my God, why have You forsaken Me…?”


And my soul, deeply imbued with the infi­nite thought and immersed in the transcendent mystery of Redemption, breaks into a commu­nicative expression, full of lamentations, on ac­count of that sublime moment of the consum­mation of the sacrosanct Passion of the Divine Redeemer;

who is and holds in Himself the eternal em­brace of God with man by means of the hypo­static union of the divine nature and the human nature in the person of the Word, in indissolu­ble marriage of eternal nuptials between the creature and the Creator, by the sublime mys­tery, as profound as it is transcendent and un­known, of the Incarnation; realized in the most pure bosom of the Virgin by the Father’s will, under the burning impulse of the loving mur­mur of the Holy Spirit.

Mystery revealed to the loving soul which, living under the shelter of Our all White Lady of the Incarnation, is introduced by the hand of the Almighty into the bosom of the Virgin who, from being so much Virgin, breaks into divine Motherhood under the infinite and eter­nal impetus, divine and divinizing of the sacred fluttering in Spouse’s passing by of the Holy Spirit.

Whose, “left hand is under My head and His right arm embraces Me,” so that the Lady may not faint from love due to His breeze in di­minishing silence of the passing of fire, that, in tender compliments of love, ennobles and be­decks Her so wonderfully that He makes Her Mother of the Incarnate Infinite God Himself;

Mother of the beautiful Love, who sorrow­fully at the foot of the Cross, in the exercise of the particular priesthood of Her divine Mother­hood, offers to the Father the Only Begotten Son of God, who, become Man, is also Her Only Begotten Son, in co-redeeming oblation of divine and universal Motherhood:

“Standing by the cross of Jesus were His moth­er… When Jesus saw His mother and the disci­ple there whom He loved, He said to His moth­er, ‘Woman, behold, Your son.’ Then He said to the disciple, ‘Behold, your mother.’ And from that hour the disciple took Her into his home.”

Whereas the soul enamoured, venerating and adoring, immersed in the sacrosanct depth of the Incarnation, as though flying, penetrat­ing into the Sancta Sanctorum of the Lady, savours in loving wisdom something of the great mystery that takes place in Her;

being the human creature left transcended and deeply crushed on account of the power, in pouncing on the Lady, of the excellence of the Infinite Being, who permeates Her with the most rich nectar of the savouring of His very Divinity, enlightening, from the height of His sublimity, the pure of heart.

Who “will see God” on earth in the way that God Himself alone knows, under the most lu­minous sparkling of faith that, filling them with hope, makes them gaspingly sigh during this pilgrimage for the morning of Eternity.

Where they will contemplate the infinite Mystery of the transcendent Being in light of His same Light, without being able to encom­pass it owing to the perfection in possession and in infinite and eternal subsistence of He who is Himself; burning in the coeternal love of the Holy Spirit, who will introduce them into the infinite Banquet of the Divine Persons for­ever, with the fullness of their replete hope, by means of the possession of God Himself who will make them blissful for all Eternity.

Secrets that the creature is not able to pen­etrate such as they actually are and much less to manifest, however hard it may tries, making use of his poor expressions; and that the numbed mind of the carnal man, so used to live by his poor and human thoughts, is even more powerless to understand.

Oh mystery of the Incarnation brought about by the infinite power of He who is Himself…!

Where the reconciliation of God with man­kind fallen by the sin of our First Parents had its beginning, in the bosom of the New Woman. Who, being Virgin, and by the Holy Spirit, would give birth to a Son whom She would name Emmanuel, “Light from Light and figure of the substance of the Father”; in splendorous mani­festation of the power of Yahweh who, over­flowing in compassion of tenderness and mercy over man, in romances of eternal loves, at the sublime and transcendent instant of the Incar­nation, fulfilled His promise announced by the holy Prophets, “with age-old love I have loved you”; “you shall be My People, and I will be your God.”

Since, through the mystery of the Incarna­tion, “the Word became flesh and made His dwelling among us,”uniting in Himself God with man in an indissoluble marriage of eter­nal nuptials between the creature and the Creator, between the whole and the nothing, between earth and Heaven: “I will espouse you to Me forever: I will espouse you in right and in justice, in love and in mercy; I will espouse you in fidelity, and you shall know the Lord.”

Being this the perfect and encompassing be­ginning of the reconciliation of God with fall­en mankind, that the Divine Master was mani­festing to us during the thirty three years of His life in the painful Gethsemane of His bloodless passion, in which Jesus vehemently cried out:

“There is a baptism with which I must be baptized, and how great is My anguish until it is accomplished.”

“Let anyone who thirsts come to Me and drink.”“Whoever drinks the water I shall give will never thirst; the water I shall give will be­come in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”

A reconciliation that culminated in the painful passion of Yahweh’s Anointed, the Father’s Christ, expressing the deepest and most intimate feelings of His heart palpitating out of love and tenderness: My people, My people, what more was there to do that I had not done? in an over­flow of love full of merciful compassion over man?

Love that is manifested to us, through the splendour of the glory of Yahweh, one true God, in His Only Begotten Son, Jesus Christ His Envoy, with the shedding of His redeeming Blood on the scaffold of the Cross.

Wherein, the Divine Redeemer, hanging from a tree, with the arms extended and the heart pierced, demonstrated to us that “no one has greater love than this, to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.”

And nailed between Heaven and earth, and in the fullness of the exercise of His Priesthood, with inexpressible sighs by the Holy Spirit, un­derstanding that the culminating and sublime moment of the Redemption had come –“when I am lifted up from the earth, I will draw every­one to Myself”–; He exclaimed, when He felt He was burning in the torturing thirst for sav­ing the whole mankind from the sin commit­ted against the infinite Holiness of God of­fended and outraged:

“I thirst…!”;

parched in the terrible agony of His painful passion that led Him to give up His life to save us, and with His soul palpitating and torn apart for the lack of love of those whom He loved.

“I thirst” for giving glory to the Father and to take souls to His bosom, to satiate, with the shedding of My Blood, the parched thirst of man’s thirsty heart.

Coming the manifestation that “He loved His own in the world and He loved them to the end,” as in a madness of infinite love of the Good Shepherd who gives up His life for His sheep in heartrending immolation, when, when feeling as though forsaken by the Father, He exclaims:

“My God, my God, why have You forsaken Me…?”

Mysterious words, that, sharply and painful­ly penetrating the marrow of my spirit in rev­erent prostration of deep and venerating ado­ration before the Anointed of Yahweh hanging from a tree, and deepened into the divine thought, make me comprehend something of the lacerating pain of Christ’s soul:

In an overflow of tear and desolation of a frightful and terrifying loneliness owing to the rejection of the Father against the sin which, carrying on His shoulders, being the Christ, He had to repair for in and by the plenitude of His Priesthood, as Reconciler of man with God, “He cried with a loud voice,

‘My God, my God, why have You forsaken Me…?’ ”

Words loaded with mystery, that culminate with the fruit of the Redemption by means of the reconciliation of God with man, by the dev­astating abandonment of the Christ of the Father; imploring the infinite Holiness of the of­fended God for the pardon of mercy –“Father, forgive them, they know not what they do”– that demanded, as a matter of justice, infinite reparation through the immolation of His Only Begotten Son, become Man, in the plenitude and by the plenitude of His Priesthood exer­cised between God and men, between Heaven and earth, between mankind and the Divinity.

“My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me…?” if truly I am the Son of Your delights, the Holy One who always dwells in Your bos­om and who has come to men to immolate Myself in bloody sacrifice of reparation to Your outraged and offended infinite Holiness…?:

“Sacrifice and offering You did not desire, but a body You prepared for Me; holocausts and sin offerings You took no delight in. Then I said, ‘As is written of Me in the scroll, Behold, I come to do Your will, O God.’

And ‘by this will,’ we have been consecrat­ed through the offering of the body of Jesus Christ once for all’.”

“My God, my God, why have You forsaken Me…?”

Cristo de Limpias

This poor and little woman, helpless and scared daughter of the Church, being intro­duced somehow into the depth of these words, at a moment of penetrating expectation and overcome by pain, grasped something of His sacrosanct mystery.

Penetrating into it so that she might mani­fest it, it was discovered to her in loving wis­dom of sharp depth –in the way that the crea­ture, as long as he lives in this exile, can know the secrets of the divine mysteries in order that he might proclaim them– something of the rec­ondite meaning of those painful words, that lac­erated the Most Holy soul of Christ down to the marrow of the spirit; full of love and tear for the experience of the devastating desertion, not only by mankind, but by the Father Himself, at the culminating point of His ignominious cru­cifixion, in Redemption of bloody immolation.

What terrible mysteries has God made me penetrate and discover in the soul of Christ, as though forsaken by the Father! crying out ago­nizingly from the deepest and the most lacer­ating of His soul that, when feeling as though rejected, exclaims with inexpressible sighs:

“Why have You forsaken Me,” if I am Your Anointed One, begotten, not created, of Your same nature, Your Word, the Singer of Your in­finite perfections, the Manifestation of Your ful­filled will in infinite donation of love for man, the Son of Your delights, who always dwells in Your bosom, embraced in the coeternal love of the Holy Spirit?

“Why have you forsaken Me…?!”

My spirit comprehending, adoring and lac­erated, that, with those words, Christ showed the abandonment, the loneliness and the an­guish of His soul, for being He the Receiver of the sins of the whole mankind, although He was the Holy One, the Sinless –“for our sake He made Him to be sin who did not know sin, so that we might become the righteousness of God in Him”–; and that in His Most Holy soul He contemplated God face to face, overwhelm­ed by the deepest joy on account of the be­atific vision and without veils, at every and each moment of His life, of the glory of the Almighty, that He Himself was by His Divine Person, and to whom He replied in praise, thanksgiving and infinite adoration.

Being precisely the contemplation without veils of the infinite Holiness of the most high God who opposes, with the dreadfulness of His whole being, the least sinful movement, the one that caused Christ the greatest pain while He dwelled on Earth; and specially at the re­demptive moment of the cross owing to the contrast of having to carry on Himself the sins of all men, that are contrary to God’s whole Being who manifesting Himself with His will for Holiness against sin.

A sin that Christ knew in all its reality as an offence and a rebellion against the three times Holy God, when contemplating Him face to face in the most luminous depth that befitted the humanity of His own Person as Incarnate Word.

The pain and the martyrdom of His soul be­coming as though unstoppable owing to the clash between God who requests atonement, and God who immolates Himself, being Man, representing the sins of mankind and with the burden of all of them; demanding the compas­sionate mercy of forgiveness, that His Divine Blood of immolating atonement demanded as a matter of justice, in the definitive struggle as Representative of His brethren’s sin, in conquest of redemptive glory.

That is why, when the Christ turned towards the Father, imploringly, as though representing and with the huge burden of all our faults, the infinite Holiness of the Eternal Being had to turn His face away from all that He represent­ed –but not from His Only Begotten Son in whom He had all His delights– in rejection! due to the untouchable perfection of the eternal Holiness.

This rejection reverberating in the Most Holy soul of the Father’s Christ, who, as Divine Redeemer, in the plenitude of the exercise of His Priesthood, as though an accursed one, hanging between Heaven and earth, “spurned and avoided by men, a man of suffering, ac­customed to infirmity, One of those from whom men hide their faces, spurned, and we held Him in no esteem,” implored, as the Incarnate infinite Mercy, the outraged infinite Mercy, the Reconciling embrace of the Father with man;

He being the Man-God who takes away the sins of the world, and who, by the immolation of His life in sacrifice of atonement of infinite merits, demanded, as a matter of justice, on ac­count of the will of the Father fulfilled by Him in the shedding of His redemptive Blood, that the Father Himself should show His will of for­giveness over the whole of mankind.

Christ, as the Only Begotten Son of the Father, and He being the Man who represents all men, at the same time the God that had to be atoned to;

in and by the plenitude of the exercise of His Priesthood, demanded the mercy, by jus­tice of infinite atonement, of the offended three times Holy God…!

in a sort of struggle, without struggle, be­tween the Father who, as infinite Holiness, could not embrace His Son with the burden of so many sins, and the bleeding petition of His immolat­ed Son:

“Eternal Father, I am the Son of Your infinite delights as God and as Man; either You embrace Me as I am before You with the load of the sins of all My brethren, or I am left rejected, as First­born in representation of mankind, with all of them.”

I do not know how my sinful and clumsy tongue will be able to express what my spirit penetrated and understood, at the supreme and culminating instant-instant of Redemption, en­lightened by the sapiential Lights of God, in the face of the struggle, without struggle, of the im­molated God, who asked the offended God for mercy, Him who was He Himself…

This poor daughter of the Church, without knowing, in her limited babbling, how to de­cipher it, contemplated the infinite Holiness turning against sin in infinite rejection, and the Christ of the Father who imploringly asked Him in reverent adoration:

“Father, receive Me, embrace Me, as Your Only Begotten Son, in what I am by You Yourself; and embrace Me also, as the Representative of the whole mankind, with the innumerable bur­den of the sins of all My brethren whom I rep­resent before You, and for whom I infinitely atone to You.”

Understanding and contemplating, exceeded and astonished, full of veneration, respect and holy fear of God, stunned and trembling, in a sublime instant of surprising expectation, of in­finite reparation to God, and of unimaginable glory for man;

how the eternal Holiness, at a moment as though of loving hesitation full of compassion, tenderness, mercy and love –that so painfully reverberated in the soul of the Redeemer, feel­ing as though dying and forsaken– but without hesitation, because there was no room for hes­itation in the heart of the Father to embrace His Son with all the consequences, Him whom He always has in His bosom begotten and beget­ting, and having His face turned against the sin that This One represented;

turning towards Christ, His Only Begotten Son, Light from His very Light and Figure of His substance, one with the Father and the Holy Spirit in one same being, who always dwells in the Father’s Bosom, the Son of His delights, Singing Word of the infinite perfections, and who infinitely atoned to Him with the immola­tion in bloody sacrifice, under the impulse of the Holy Spirit Himself;

as though in a delirium of madness of the Infinite Love bursting into compassion full of mercy, embraced Him!! and, with Him, the whole mankind!

Although with the consequent rejection of the “no” of this same mankind, if they did not avail themselves of the redeeming Blood of the Incarnate Son of God.


And this is the mystery of God’s love to­wards man, which God Himself made me com­prehend and which I will never know how to explain because the human language lacks an expression to spell it in its proclamation of the ineffable and the incommunicable.

And the Father, in donations of infinite mer­cy, embracing His Son who appeared before Him in atonement and with the burden of the sins of all men, manifests in loving and infinite delight in the presence of His immolated Only Begotten Son, that His divine will has been ful­filled in redeeming atonement of infinite value and that the restoration of fallen man has been accomplished.

Therefore Jesus, then, on account of the Fa­ther’s embrace and the consummation of His in­finite Sacrifice in implemented atonement, in or­der that the scripture might be fulfilled, Jesus said:

“ ‘All is fulfilled.’

‘Father, into Your hands I commend My spirit’.”

And with these words, Yahweh’s Anointed, the Christ of the Father, bowing His head, rest­ing with His triumph of glory in His final strug­gle as Redeemer, gave up His spirit.

Rescuing mankind with His death as Repre­sentative of God to men and as Representative of all men with their hair-raising “no,” to the infinite Holiness of God offended by men and infinitely atoned for by Him.

What a loving struggle of such deep and in­tense pain, has the Lord made me comprehend! of mystery and of love, of mercy and of ten­derness, of rejection and compassion falling mercifully over the wretchedness of man in manifestation of the splendour of the glory of Yahweh, who is all that He can be, and can make possible what is impossible by means of the mystery of the Incarnation that united God with man in the person of the Word; who, in a prodigious proclamation of the outpouring of His love, died crucified in bloody Redemption, because “God’s love endures forever” and they have no end.

What a struggle –without struggle–, that which took place between the offended Holi­ness of the Father, who could not accept sin, and the same Holiness that, in His Only Bego­tten Son, turned towards the Father, implored His, in a supreme agony of infinite and bloody immolation:

“Embrace Me with all of mankind, or reject Me with all of it.”

And thus, the Representative of God amongst men, carried out the Redemption during all the moments of His life, but specially in the strug­gle of the final triumph of loving mercy; in which the Christ of the Father, immolated and hanging from a tree, as a Lamb Immaculate and without blemish, but with the burden of all our sins and representing mankind, turned towards the Holiness of the Father, of Himself and of the Holy Spirit, offended, exclaimed with inex­pressible sighs:

“My God, my God…, why have You for­saken Me…?!”

And in this way so glorious, so sublime, so unimaginable, surprising and almost impossi­ble, so divine and so human; by the manifes­tation of the Infinite Love towards wretched­ness, in the Only Begotten Son of the Father and by the Only Begotten Son of the Father, God, owing to the magnificence of His infinite power, made possible the impossible: He em­braced the Man burdened with the sins of all mankind!

And Christ, by His death and resurrection, through this embrace, in the exercise of the plenitude of His Priesthood; takes all of us who, invoking His Most Holy Blood, take advantage of it springing up in torrents through the drill holes of His five wounds and His open side, through which opened and flow the infinite and eternal affluents of the Springs of living water that well up to the eternal life; to the joy of the participation in God’s same life in light of Eternity, fulfilling the end for which we have been created, and restored by Christ Himself.

And when “Jesus cried out in a loud voice: ‘My God, my God…, why have You forsaken Me…?’ ” at the culminating moment of the Redemption of mankind;

and thereafter “when Jesus had taken the wine, He said: ‘all is fulfilled,’ and bowing His head, He handed over the spirit,” “but one soldier thrust his lance into His side”;

those Most Holy words of the Only Begotten Son of the Father and the Son of the Virgin, pierced so laceratingly, sharply, penetratingly and deeply the sorrowful Mother of Calvary, that the prophecy of the elderly Simeon was accomplished and fulfilled in Her:

“This child is destined for the fall and rise of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be contradicted and You Yourself a sword will pierce so that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed.”


Being the Virgin able to say with Her Son: “My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me…?” And to add with Him:

“All is fulfilled.”

Dying with Him in mystical death at the foot of the cross.

The Redemption finished, relying the Virgin on the omnipotent power of Her Son, and falling on Her the fruit of the whole Redemption, rest­ed with Her universal co-redeeming mission fin­ished and accomplished in an outpouring of Motherhood over all souls, as the Woman who would crush the head of the serpent with the Fruit of Her blessed womb.

Being the Virgin left waiting for the resur­rection of Her Son, and communicating to us in Him and with Him the eternal life that, by the fruit of the Redemption of Christ Himself, is granted to those who bloodily or bloodlessly die at the foot of the cross, and under the protec­tion of the co-redeeming Motherhood of Mary waiting for the definitive triumph of Christ.

“O happy fault… which gained for us so great a Redeemer!” Who, being the Life, has overcome death.


Jesus could, in the plenitude of the perfec­tion that befitted Him as God and as Man, ac­complish the Redemption without going through the dramatic and painful experience of the rejection of God’s infinite Holiness on ac­count of the sin that He represented; with the tragic and hair-raising consequences for man of the loss of God with all that this implies for the creature.

But He wanted, by the will of the Father who so determined, in an expression, as the Word, of loving spelling out of that same will, and under the impulse of the Holy Spirit; so that His humanity might lack nothing with re­gard to the consequences of sin, in majestic demonstration of how and how far He loved us; to live willingly, freely and experimentally consequences of the “no” to God of men who rebel against the infinite Holiness: pain, death, and agony experiencing the rejection by God Himself against the burden of the sins of men, whom He represented in a clamorous request for forgiveness;

To the First-born Son of mankind, to the Reconciler of God with fallen man, because He is Love that has the power and because He is Love and He loves, He has more then enough love in the glorious, divine and human mani­festation, of His infinite atonement for God’s of­fended Holiness, to become, as Man, willing and having the power, just one among His brethren.

Wherefore this “My God, my God…, why have You forsaken Me…?” is God’s greatest lov­ing manifestation to man, and the Man’s to God in glorification of bloody Redemption that Christ realized, of how and how much He loves us in an overflowing of merciful love; and of how and how much He has willed and has been capable of suffering experimentally in His humanity, not only in His body but also in His soul, by means of the most difficult, dramatic and painful sacrifice that Christ could undergo during His hard journey on this earth, when feeling voluntarily and freely and in demon­stration of the love with which He loves us, as though rejected by God, without being nor ever being able to be rejected He who is and has, by His Divine Person, one sole, only and same being with the Father and the Holy Spirit.

A wonder, practically impossible, that was accomplished by the magnificence of the pow­er of the glory of the Almighty, who is able to be and to stand in being of Himself all that He is, can and wills, being able to be all that infi­nite in infinitude; and to do outwardly the im­possible in order to make it possible that God, when He willed to become man, one of us, with all its consequences, so as to redeem us, might experience in His drama of love, when He carried our sins, what it means to lose God and to feel rejected by Him.

Thank you, Jesus! I knew something of how and how much you loved us; but what I have not even been able to suspect until this day, under the light of Your infinite thought, owing to the greatness and magnificence of Your di­vine and human reality, is what You are capa­ble of doing and of suffering in order to show it to me.

That is why my extolled, enamoured and deeply shaken soul, full of pure and delirious love for You exclaims with the author of this profound and most beautiful poem:

Heaven that you have promised me,

It does not move me, my God, to love You

nor does hell, so feared, move me,

to avoid for that reason to offend You.


You move me, Lord; it moves me to see You

nailed on cross and mocked;

it moves me seeing Your body so wounded;

Your dishonours and Your death move me.

It moves me, at last, Your love,

and in such a way

that, even though there were no Heaven,

I would love You,

and, even though there was no hell,

I would fear You.

You do not have to give me to love You:

because, even though what I hope for

I did not hope for,

just like I love You, I would love You.


Being You, my Jesus, the Man God, who having in Yourself “the whole fullness of the deity bodily,” in the sight of those who do not know You, You are also capable of enduring that the mind of man, darkened and clumsy for not knowing You and, therefore, not compre­hending You in the greatness of Your sublime and enthralling reality, being as much God as You are Man by the union of Your human na­ture with Your divine nature in the person of the Word;

willingly or unwillingly may blur Your divine reality so much, that it may dare to deny Your sacred nature, coming to the point in its dull­ness of defiling You, presenting You only as though You were another man, for not grasp­ing that in You dwells the plenitude of the Divinity.

Turning this way the mind of man, confused and darkened, into a rock of scandal and a ruin of souls; not recognizing that “God greatly ex­alted Him and bestowed on Him the Name that is above every Name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bend, of those in Heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.”

In view of that, stunned, crushed under the weight of my wretchedness, delirious with love and tenderness, I want, Jesus, to kiss Your open side, Your pierced hands, Your head gushing out Blood and crowned with thorns in sacrilegious outrage of the scourging; and to receive with Mary, Your Most Holy Mother, at the foot of the cross, the glorious and Most Holy Redemption so that it may atone for me, perfect me and sanc­tify me.

In such way that, in order to return with lov­ing response, the outpouring of Your love in manifestation of superabundant mercy over mankind; I may repeat the offering of the im­molation of my life as in 1959, when I saw the Church covered with a mantle of mourning, and torn apart, demanding my response of com­passion and love. On account of which I of­fered myself as victim to the Infinite Love for the sake of the Holy Church to help Her.

And on the day of the Epiphany of 1970, God also showed me the Church again thrown down on the ground and tearful, gasping and stooping, as though sitting on a stone, who turning to me asked me for help. What a day of Epiphany so sad, so devastating and so bit­ter!: Help from me! the last, the smallest, poor­est, helpless and most misunderstood of the daughters of this Holy Mother; who feeling and being more Church than soul, would rather cease being soul than Catholic, Apostolic and Roman Church;

Giving glory to the Father, glory to You, Incarnate Word, Most Holy Jesus, and glory to the Holy Spirit, in my bloodless or bloody of­fering myself as victim, according to whatever your will may determine for me, which will al­ways be the best thing.

So that, in an outpouring of my universal motherhood, in You and through You, and un­der the lap of Your Most Holy Mother, I may give life to souls in the silence of the immola­tion in which I find myself; trying to get them to fulfil the only purpose for which they have been created, taking to the Father’s Bosom the greatest number possible for me, and they may become daughters of God, sharers in the divine life and heirs of His glory.

Thank you, Jesus! For all that today you have shown me, but I am not worthy, although I know that Your mercies have no end, because they are eternal, and because, the greater the misery, the greater and more abundant is the mercy.

That is why my soul, with Our all White Lady of the Incarnation, all Virgin, all Queen, all Lady, and all sorrowful Mother at the foot of the Cross, wants to live with Christ and This One crucified, and to die in my loud cry of tire­less struggle:

Glory for God! Life for souls! That alone! The rest does not matter!

Mother Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia

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