“My daughter, only then is Charity perfect when it is done for the sole purpose of pleasing Me; and only then is it called true Charity and is it recognized by Me, when it is stripped of everything.”
Vol. 2, May 12, 1899
Vol. 4, July 31, 1902
“Ah! my daughter, keep quiet, and don’t touch this key, so very sorrowful for Me. I could say that I do not recognize these devout ladies. They give alms where they want, to obtain their intent, to hold people at their service; they spend even thousands of lire for those who sympathize with them, but then, where it is necessary, they do not deign to give a cent. Could I say that they do it for Me? Could I recognize these actions of theirs? You yourself can recognize whether they do it for Me from these signs – if they are ready for any bare necessity; if they do not differentiate by giving much where it is not so necessary, and refusing to give little where it is necessary. One can well say that there is no spirit of true charity or upright operating. So, my poor are put into oblivion also by these devout ladies. And the priests? Ah! my daughter – that is even worse. They do good to all?! You deceive yourself. They do good to the rich; they have time for the rich. By them also the poor are almost excluded; for the poor they have no time; for the poor they have not a word of comfort or help to tell them; they send them away, reaching the point of pretending they are ill. I could say that if the poor have moved away from the Sacraments, the priests have contributed to this, because they have always taken their time to confess them, and the poor grew tired and no longer came back. But then, if a rich person would show up, it is all the opposite: they would not hesitate one instant; time, words, comforts, help…, they would find anything for the rich. Could I say that the priests have a spirit of true charity, if they reach the point of picking the ones to whom they should listen? And what about the others? They either send them somewhere else, or oppress them so much, that if my grace did not help the poor in a special way, the poor would have been banished from my Church. True charity and upright spirit – only rarely do some priests have them, but as for the rest, I could say that these have departed from the earth.”
Vol. 8. June 31, 1908
Vol. 8, September 2, 1908
Vol. 6, November 8, 1903
“So do you want to know what I did in my greatest works in order to make them more beautiful? With pomp and with the greater show of my love I put everything aside, human ingratitude, sins, miseries, weaknesses, and I gave the course to my greatest works, as if these (things) were not so. If I had wanted to mind the evils of man, I would not have been able to work great works, nor put into field all my love; I would remain impeded, suffocated in my love. Instead, in order to be free in my works and in order to make them how much more beautiful I can make them, I put everything aside, and if needs be I cover everything with my love, in a way that I don’t see but love and my Will, and thus I go ahead in my greater works and I do them as if no one had offended me. Because for our glory nothing must be missing to the decorum, to the beauty and the greatness of our works.
“Therefore I would like that you also do not occupy yourself with your weaknesses and with your miseries and with your evils, because how much more one thinks of oneself, so much more one feels weak, so many more evils drown the poor creature, and the miseries tighten themselves stronger around her. By thinking of them, weakness feeds weakness, and the poor creature goes falling more, the evils take more strength, (and) the miseries make her die of hunger; instead, with not thinking of them, by themselves they fade away.
“Instead, all to the contrary with good. One good feeds the other good; one act of love calls the other love; one abandonment in my Volition makes one feel in oneself new divine life, so that the thought of good forms the food, the strength, in order to do the other good. Therefore I want that your thought does not occupy itself with other than to love me and to live in my Will. My love will burn your miseries and all your evils, and my Divine Volition will constitute himself (as) your life, and with your miseries he will make use of them in order to form the footstool where to erect his throne.”
Vol. 35, December 25, 1937
Vol. 5, August 3, 1903
Now I will say what Jesus had told me about charity: “My daughter, true charity, with its power, can convert all things into love. Look at fire: all varieties of wood and any other thing - it converts them all into fire; and if it did not have the power to convert everything into fire, it could not be given the name of true fire. The same for the soul: if she does not convert all things into love – both supernatural and natural things, joys and bitternesses, and everything that surrounds her – she cannot be said to possess true charity.” Now, as He was saying this, He let many flames come out of His Most Holy Heart, which filled Heaven and earth, and then, uniting together, formed one single flame. And He added: “Continuous flames of love come out of my Heart, and to some they bring love, to some pain, to some light, to others strength, etc. And because they come out from the center of the furnace of my love, even though they do different offices, since one is the purpose – to send love to the creature – they are all flames which, uniting together, form one single flame. The same for the creature: even though she does different things, the purpose must be love, so as to be able to make of her actions as many little flames which, uniting together, will form the great flame that will burn everything and will transform her completely into Me. Otherwise, she will not possess true charity.”
Vol. 15, June 15, 1923
This morning my always lovable Jesus came for just a little, and told me:
“My daughter, my love is symbolized by the sun. The sun rises majestically, but while it rises, it is always fixed and never rises. With its light it invades all the earth; with its heat it fecundates all plants; there is no eye which does not enjoy of it. One could say that there is almost no good on earth which does not come from its beneficial influence. How many things would not have life without it? And yet, it does everything without clamor, without saying even a word, without demanding anything. It gives no bother to anyone; on the contrary, it does not even take up any space on earth which, in turn, it invades with its light. Men can do whatever they want with it; even more, while they enjoy the good of the sun, they pay no attention to it, and they keep it in their midst, unobserved.
“Such is my love, symbolized by the sun. Like majestic sun, it rises in the midst of all; there is no mind which is not irradiated by my light; there is no heart which does not feel my heat; there is no soul which is not embraced by my love. More than sun, I am in the midst of all, but - ah! how few pay attention to Me. I remain almost unobserved in their midst; I am not requited, and yet I continue to give light, heat and love. If some soul pays attention to Me, I go mad, but without clamor, because, being solid, fixed, truthful, my love is not subject to weaknesses.
“Just so would I like your love for Me; and if it were so, you too would become sun for Me and for all, because true love possesses all the qualities of the sun. On the other hand, a love which is not solid, fixed, truthful, is symbolized by earthly fire, which is subject to variations. Its light is not capable of illuminating all; it is a very gloomy light, mixed with smoke. Its heat is limited, and if it is not fed with wood, it dies down and turns into ash; and if the wood is green, it sputters and smokes. Such are the souls who are not completely for Me, as my true lovers. If they do a little bit of good, it is more clamor and smoke that comes out of their actions than light. If they are not fed by some human bother - even under the aspect of sanctity, of conscience - they die down and become colder than ash. Their characteristic is inconstancy: now fire, now ash.”
Vol. 11, August 12, 1912
“See”, it says to man, “with my sweet fragrance and by always facing the sky, I try to send an homage to my Creator. You too, let all your actions be fragrant, holy, pure; do not offend my Creator with the bad odor of your actions. O please, o man”, the little flower repeats to us, “don’t be so senseless as to keep your eyes fixed on the earth; but rather, raise them up to Heaven. See, up there is your destiny, your fatherland – up there is my Creator and yours who awaits you.”
The water that flows continuously before our eyes also says to us: “See, I have come out of darkness, and I must flow and run so much until I go and bury myself in the place from which I came. You too, O man, run - but run into the bosom of God, from which you came. O please! I beg you, do not run along the wrong paths, the paths which lead to the precipice; otherwise - woe to you!”
Even the wildest animals repeat to us: “See, O man, how wild you must be for all that is not God. See, when we see that someone is approaching us, with our roars we strike so much fear that no one dares to come close to us any more, to disturb our solitude. You too, when the stench of earthly things - that is, your violent passions – are about to make you muddy and fall into the abyss of sins, with the roars of your prayers and by withdrawing from the occasions in which you find yourself, you will be safe from any danger.” And so with all the other beings – it would take too long to tell them all. With one voice they resound among themselves, and repeat to us: “See, O man, our Creator made us for love of you, and we are all at your service. And you, don’t be so ungrateful – love, we beg you; love, we repeat to you; love our Creator.”
After this, my lovable Jesus told me: “This is all I want: love God and your neighbor for love of Me. See how much I have loved man – and he is so ungrateful.
Vol. 2, March 13, 1899
“Indeed, my daughter, my love poured out in torrents toward the creature in each created thing. I told you somewhere else, I confirm to you now, that as my uncreated love created the sun, it placed in it oceans of love. And in each drop of light that was to inundate the eye, the step, the hand, and everything of the creature, my love ran within it; and almost pounding sweetly upon the eye, the hand, the step, the mouth, it gives her my eternal kiss and it holds out my love to her. Together with the light runs the heat, and pounding on her a little more strongly, almost impatient for the love of the creature, to the point of pelting her, I repeat to her, more strongly, my eternal ‘I love you.’ And if the sun, with its light and heat, fecundates the plants, it is my love that runs for the nourishment of man; and if I extended a heaven above man’s head, studding it with stars, it was my love that, wanting to delight man’s eye, also at night, spoke to him my ‘I love you’ in each sparkling of star. So, each created thing holds out my love to man; and if it were not so, Creation would have no purpose; and I do nothing without purpose. Everything was made for man; but man does not recognize it, and he has turned into sorrow for Me.
“Therefore, my daughter, if you want to soothe my sorrow, come often into my Will, and, in the name of all, give Me adoration, love, gratitude and thanksgiving for all.”
Vol. 3, June 18, 1900
Vol. 4, July 23, 1901
“My daughter, how much darkness. It is such that the earth seems covered with a black mantle, to the point that they can no longer see – they have either become blind, or have no light in order to see; and I want not only divine air for Me, but also light. Therefore, let your acts be continuous in my Will, so you will make not only air for your Jesus, but also light. You will be my reflector, my reverberation, the reflection of my love and of my very light. Even more, I tell you that as you do your acts in my Volition, you will erect tabernacles. Not only this; as you keep forming thoughts, desires, words, reparations, acts of love, many hosts will be unleashed from you, because they are consecrated by my Will.
“Oh! what a free outpouring my love will have. I will have free field in everything - no more hindrance; as many tabernacles as I want, so many will I have. The hosts will be innumerable; at each instant we will communicate each other, together; and I too will cry out: ‘Freedom! Freedom! Come all into my Will, and you will enjoy true freedom!’ Outside of my Will, how many hindrances does the soul not find; but in my Will she is free. I leave her free to love Me as she wants; even more, I tell her: ‘Lay down your human guises - take the divine. I am not stingy and jealous of my goods; I want you to take everything. Love Me immensely; take - take all my love, make it your own; my power, my beauty – make it your own. The more you take, the happier your Jesus will be.’ The earth forms few tabernacles for Me; the hosts are almost numbered. And then, the sacrileges, the irreverences that they do to Me – oh! how offended and hindered is my love. In my Will, instead, no hindrance – there is not a shadow of offense; and the creature gives Me love, divine reparations and complete correspondence; and she substitutes together with Me for all the evils of the human family. Be attentive, and do not move from the point at which I call you and want you.”