TODAY’S GOSPEL
Gospel
On that day, as evening drew on, Jesus said to his disciples:
“Let us cross to the other side.”
Leaving the crowd, they took Jesus with them in the boat just as he was.
And other boats were with him.
A violent squall came up and waves were breaking over the boat,
so that it was already filling up.
Jesus was in the stern, asleep on a cushion.
They woke him and said to him,
“Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?”
He woke up,
rebuked the wind,
and said to the sea, “Quiet! Be still!”
The wind ceased and there was great calm.
Then he asked them, “Why are you terrified?
Do you not yet have faith?”
They were filled with great awe and said to one another,
“Who then is this whom even wind and sea obey?”
one another,
“Who then is this whom even wind and sea obey?”
Round of the Soul- Eighteenth Round–
8TH ROUND
I now follow You with your disciples as You are asleep on the boat. Your sleep is a symbol of the rest You wish to grant those who will live in your Divine Will. But this storm rages to the point of striking fear into the hearts of your Apostles, whereby upon waking You, they cry out, “Master, save us! We are perishing!”
O my Jesus, this storm represents the tempestuous human will that, raising its impetuous waves in the sea of life, threatens to drown us. My sweet Jesus, with my “I love You,” I unite my voice with the Apostles who cry out, “Master, save us! We are perishing!”
I entreat You, with the same authority with which You commanded the storm that engulfed the Apostles to be still, command the storm of our human will to be still, so that our human will may be reconciled with your Divine Will and find rest in the safe arms of your Supreme Fiat!
DIVINE WILL CALENDAR–January 27, 1919
26 When Jesus saw his mother, and the disciple whom he loved standing near, he said to his mother, “Woman, behold, your son!” 27 Then he said to the disciple, “Behold, your mother!” And from that hour the disciple took her to his own home.
But one of the soldiers pierced his side with a spear, and at once there came out blood and water. 35 He who saw it has borne witness—his testimony is true, and he knows that he tells the truth—that you also may believe. 36 For these things took place that the scripture might be fulfilled, “Not a bone of him shall be broken.” 37 And again another scripture says, “They shall look on him whom they have pierced.” (John 19)
The three mortal wounds of the Heart of Jesus.
As I was in my usual state, my always lovable Jesus, on coming, made me see His adorable Heart, all full of wounds, from which rivers of blood gushed out. And, all sorrowful, He told me: “My daughter, among the many wounds that my Heart contains, there are three wounds which give Me mortal pains and such bitterness of sorrow as to surpass all the other wounds together. These are the pains of my loving souls. When I see a soul, all mine, suffering because of Me, tortured, trampled upon, ready to suffer even the most painful death for Me, I feel her pains as if they were my own – and maybe even more. Ah! love knows how to open deeper gashes, to the extent of making one not feel the other pains. Into this first wound enters my dear Mother as the first. Oh! how Her Heart, pierced because of my pains, overflowed into Mine, and felt, vividly, all Its piercings. And in seeing Her dying, yet not dying, because of my death, I felt the torment, the harshness of Her martyrdom in my Heart, and I felt the pains of my death which the Heart of my dear Mother felt, and my Heart died together with Hers. So, all my pains, united together before the pains of my Mother, surpassed everything. It was right that my Celestial Mother have the first place in my Heart, both in sorrow and in love, because each pain suffered for love of Me opened seas of graces and of love, which poured into Her pierced Heart. Into this wound enter all the souls who suffer because of Me, and out of pure love. You yourself enter into it; and even if all offended Me and no one loved Me, I would find in you the love which can compensate Me for all. Therefore, when creatures cast Me away and force Me to run away from them, very quickly I come to take refuge in you as in my hiding place; and finding my own love, not theirs, as they suffer only for Me, I say: ‘I do not regret having created Heaven and earth, and having suffered so much. A soul who loves Me and who suffers for Me is all my contentment, my happiness, my reward for everything I have done.’ And as though putting all the rest aside, I delight and play with her.
However, this wound of love in my Heart, while it is the most painful, such as to surpass everything, it contains two effects at the same time: it gives Me intense pain and highest joy; unspeakable bitterness and indescribable sweetness; painful death and glorious life. These are the excesses of my love, inconceivable to created mind. And in fact, how many contentments did my Heart not find in the sorrows of my pierced Mother?
The second mortal wound of my Heart is ingratitude. With ingratitude, the creature closes my Heart; even more, she herself turns the key with double locks; and my Heart swells because It wants to pour graces and love, and It cannot, because the creature has closed It, and has put on It the seal with her ingratitude. And I become delirious, I agonize, without hope that this wound may be healed, because ingratitude keeps embittering it more and more, giving Me mortal pain.
The third one is obstinacy. What mortal wound for my Heart. Obstinacy is the destruction of all the goods I have done for the creature; it is the signature of declaration that the creature places – that she no longer recognizes Me, that she no longer belongs to Me. It is the key of hell into which the creature goes to hurl herself. My Heart feels the tearing of it; It is torn to pieces, and I feel one of those pieces being taken away from Me. What mortal wound obstinacy is.
My daughter, enter into my Heart and take part in these wounds of mine; compassionate my tormented Heart; let us suffer together, and let us pray.” I entered into His Heart. How painful but beautiful it was to suffer and pray with Jesus.
JOURNEY INTO THE DIVINE WILL 