Showing posts with label manger. Show all posts
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Saturday, December 24, 2016

And Jesus wept





I was thinking about Jesus being in the cold manger and crying and weeping more from the lack of love and correspondence from creatures than from the cold.  The manger and stable the true symbol of how far the creature had fallen.  Originally created to be the sumptuous abode of the living God, now a hovel little better than for beasts of burden.  And Jesus wept on his first day into the world for the state of fallen man.  And on that first Christmas day, Mary relates:



I wrapped Him in poor but clean little clothes, and I placed Him in the manger.  This was His Will, and I could not do without executing It.  But before doing this, I shared Him with dear Saint Joseph, placing Him in his arms; and – oh! how he rejoiced.  He pressed Him to his heart, and the sweet little Baby poured torrents of grace into his soul.  Then, together with Saint Joseph, we arranged a little hay in the manger, and detaching Him from my maternal arms, I laid Him in it.  And your Mama, enraptured by the beauty of the Divine Infant, remained kneeling before Him most of the time.  I put all my seas of love into motion, which the Divine Will had formed in Me, to love Him, adore Him, and thank Him

And what did the Celestial little Child do in the manger?  A continuous act of the Will of our Celestial Father, which was also His; and emitting moans and sighs, He wailed, cried and called to everyone, saying in His loving moans:  “Come all of you, children of mine; for love of you I am born to sorrow and to tears.  Come all of you, to know the excess of my love.  Give Me shelter in your hearts.”  And there was a coming and going of shepherds, who came to visit Him, and to all He gave His sweet gaze and His smile of love, amid His very tears.

Day Twenty-two
The Queen of Heaven in the Kingdom of the Divine Will.




But there is another famous moment where Jesus wept.  Before the tomb of his friend Lazarus.  So long I thought these were simple tears of sorrow, over death in general, the death of his friend in particular and the sorrow that Mary and Martha had been going through.  But like everything done by Jesus there is always a much deeper meaning beyond the surface and often layers.  And here Jesus relates:




"I wept before Lazarus' tomb.  And many names have been given to My tears.  In the meantime you must bear in mind that graces are obtained through grief mixed with unfaltering faith in the Eternal Father.  I wept not so much because of the loss of My friend and because of the sorrow of the sisters, as because three thoughts that had always pierced My heart like three sharp nails surfaced then, more lively than ever, like depths stirred up.

The ascertainment of the ruin that Satan had brought to man by seducing him to Evil.  A ruin the human punishment of which was sorrow and death.  Physical death, the symbol and living metaphor of spiritual death that sin causes to the soul, hurling it into infernal darkness, whereas it was destined, like a queen, to live in the kingdom of Light.

The persuasion that not even this miracle, worked almost as a sublime corollary to three years of evangelization, would convince the Judaic world of the Truth of which I was the Bearer.  And that no miracle would in future convert the world to Christ.  Oh!  How grievous it was to be so close to death for so few!

The mental vision of My imminent death.  I was God.  But I was also Man.  And to be the Redeemer I was to feel the weight of expiation.  Therefore the horror of death and of such a death.  I was a living healthy being who was saying to himself:  "I shall soon be dead, I shall be in a sepulcher like Lazarus.  Soon the most dreadful agony will be my companion.  I must die."  God's kindness spares you the knowledge of he future.  But I was not spared it."

Pgs. 447-448 Vol. 8, The Gospel as Revealed to Me (The Poem of the Man God), by Maria Valtorta




As with the first tears of the newborn Jesus so here.  Jesus wept over the lot of his beloved creature fallen into a death of the spirit which only can be glimpsed in the physical death of man.  He wept over how even with his coming to the earth to save and redeem everyone, so many souls would choose the death of their spirits over life in Him.  He wept over the price and the horror of the sacrifice he had to make, which was always before him even from the moment of his birth.  A sorrowful life and an agonizing death which would not even benefit everyone.  But grief and sorrow are the way to graces as Jesus himself says:  "...bear in mind that graces are obtained through grief mixed with unfaltering faith in the Eternal Father."  It is through grief and sorrow tempered by faith that God makes his way into the world and can make his way into our hearts.  Can anyone truly be hard enough to refuse a shivering crying child?  And in the moments of our sorrow and grief may we bring to mind and unite ourselves to Jesus' sorrow and grief and tears for us even from the first moment of his birth.

Monday, December 24, 2012

Merry Christmas

Narration of the birth of Jesus as given to Luisa by Mary.
 
"You must know that it was midnight when the little newborn King came out of my maternal womb.  But the night turned into day; He who was the Lord of light put to flight the night of the human will, the night of sin, the night of all evils; and as the sign of what He was doing in the order of souls, with His usual Omnipotent Fiat the midnight turned into most refulgent daylight.  All created things ran to sing praise to their Creator in that little Humanity.  The sun ran to give its first kisses of light to little Baby Jesus, and to warm Him with its heat; the ruling wind, with its waves, purified the air of the stable, and with its sweet moaning said to Him:  “I love You”; the heavens were shaken from their very foundations; the earth exulted and trembled down to the abyss; the sea roared with its gigantic waves.  In sum, all created things recognized that their Creator was now in their midst, and they all competed in singing His praises.  The very Angels, forming light in the air, with melodious voices which could be heard by all, said:  “Glory to God in the highest, and peace on earth to men of good will.  The Celestial Baby is now born in the grotto of Bethlehem, wrapped in poor swaddling clothes…” - so much so, that the shepherds who were in vigil, listened to the angelic voices and ran to visit the little Divine King.
My dear child, continue to listen to Me.  As I received Him into my arms and gave Him my first kiss, I felt the need of love to give something of my own to my Baby Son; and offering Him my breast, I gave Him abundant milk – milk formed in my person by the Divine Fiat Itself, in order to nourish little King Jesus.  But who can tell you what I experienced in doing this; and the seas of grace, of love, of sanctity, that my Son gave to Me in return?  Then I wrapped Him in poor but clean little clothes, and I placed Him in the manger.  This was His Will, and I could not do without executing It.  But before doing this, I shared Him with dear Saint Joseph, placing Him in his arms; and – oh! how he rejoiced.  He pressed Him to his heart, and the sweet little Baby poured torrents of grace into his soul.  Then, together with Saint Joseph, we arranged a little hay in the manger, and detaching Him from my maternal arms, I laid Him in it.  And your Mama, enraptured by the beauty of the Divine Infant, remained kneeling before Him most of the time.  I put all my seas of love into motion, which the Divine Will had formed in Me, to love Him, adore Him, and thank Him. 
And what did the Celestial little Child do in the manger?  A continuous act of the Will of our Celestial Father, which was also His; and emitting moans and sighs, He wailed, cried and called to everyone, saying in His loving moans:  “Come all of you, children of mine; for love of you I am born to sorrow and to tears.  Come all of you, to know the excess of my love.  Give Me shelter in your hearts.”  And there was a coming and going of shepherds, who came to visit Him, and to all He gave His sweet gaze and His smile of love, amid His very tears.
Now, my child, a little word to you:  you must know that all my joy was to hold my dear Son Jesus on my lap, but the Divine Will made Me understand that I should place Him in the manger, at everyone’s disposal, so that whoever wanted to, could caress Him, kiss Him, and take Him in his arms, as if He were his own.  He was the little King of all, therefore they had the right to make of Him a sweet pledge of love.  And I, in order to fulfill the Supreme Volition, deprived Myself of my innocent joys, beginning, with works and sacrifices, the office of Mother, of giving Jesus to all.  My child, the Divine Will is demanding and wants everything, even the sacrifice of the holiest things; and according to the circumstances, the great sacrifice of depriving oneself of Jesus Himself; but this, in order to extend Its Kingdom even more, and to multiply the life of Jesus Himself.  In fact, when the creature, out of love for Him, deprives herself of Him, her heroism and sacrifice is so great, as to have the virtue of producing a new life of Jesus, to be able to form another dwelling for Jesus.  Therefore, dear child, be attentive and, under any pretext, never deny anything to the Divine Will." 
Day 22, Little King Jesus is Born, The Virgin Mary in the Kingdom of the Divine Will
 
Merry Christmas.