Friday, 3 April 2015
Those who love much, suffer much.
Those who laughed at Christ, taunting Him to come down from the Cross, had the same mindset of those who criticize the poor and lonely.
God decides who is rich and who is poor, who has companionship and who does not.
God decides in His Divine Providence, the best way for a person to become a saint. But, we all make choices.
Someone gave me taxi fare so that I can get to Good Friday Mass. Thank you, Reader. How sad the parishes here have no way to pick up those without cars. How sad...a sign of the disintegration of Catholic identity.
Today, I pray especially for all my readers. offering up each pain and suffering most willingly for you all. I am glad to have suffering and choose it freely in order to add substance to prayer.
Diary of Saint Faustina
"Jesus says; 'My daughter, I want to instruct you on how you are to rescue souls through sacrifice and prayer. You will save more souls through prayer and suffering than will a missionary through his teachings and sermons alone. I want to see you as a sacrifice of living love, which only then carries weight before Me... And great will be your power for whomever you intercede. Outwardly, your sacrifice must look like this: silent, hidden, permeated with love, imbued with prayer."
Please take time to say this beautiful prayer. One more penance for your Good Friday....
In all humility, I must admit I omitted this for years. How careless I was not thinking of all those who would have benefited from these prayers.
Here is the novena...print this out, if you do not have a copy.
I am in the passive purgative way. But, one can also enter into the active purgation, by choosing mortification and extra prayer. As I have noted in the perfection series, one cannot be useful to the Church without personal sanctity. Another state rather than humility only creates actions of egotism.
Here is St. Faustina on this. "O my Jesus, I know that, in order to be useful to souls, one has to strive for the closest possible union with You, who are Eternal Love... I can be wholly useful to the Church by my personal sanctity, which throbs with life in the whole Church, for we all make up one organism in Jesus."
This isolation seems to be a purgatorial experience for all the time I wasted talking nonsense, wasting time, and not being focused on God in years gone by.
I felt so far away from my dearest both in Europe, in America, and in Japan, wishing to share the High Holy Days with someone I love.
But, no...these are desert days. I am resigned and now have peace in this place.
But, I also felt so far away from Christ's own experience in Gethsemane, my little chapel being thousands of miles away from the Mediterranean and also "modern", the house having been built in the 1980s.
I complained to Christ that although mentally I was in Gethsemane with Him, but with many distractions, I could not share His place. I would have loved to be in Jerusalem.
Then, I thought of the Passover Moon outside, to the southeast, so large and bright. I got up and looked out the small chapel window. The clouds passed over the white orb, playing hide and seek with its brilliance.
Suddenly, looking at the full moon, I realized that Christ had seen this same moon, this same full Passover Moon. Like a lover desperate to find a tie to one's Beloved, I was consoled realizing we shared the same moon, despite the distance and years.
1,982 years ago, my Dear Lord, the Beloved One, looked at this same moon I saw outside my chapel window in the dark night of Holy Thursday.
Perhaps He thought of me, perhaps, in that Garden, as Christ, the God-Man, could see all the sins I have committed and all of us have, down through the ages as part of His Passion. How sad that I caused Him pain that night.
Today, as I rise for Good Friday Tenebrae, I shall think of Christ in a small prison cell, maybe smaller than this small chapel. No moon, no birds, no sunlight, only the horrible stench and cramped quarters of a dirty cell.
But, for one hour, we shared the moon of the great feast, sharing even in suffering, loss, yet, peace in the nothingness, in the darkness of isolation.
And he cometh to his disciples, and findeth them asleep, and he saith to Peter: What? Could you not watch one hour with me?