The Sunday of Mercy
“I thank You, O Father of mercy, for all the goodness You have shown to the vile and ungrateful creature I am”. My sweetest Lord, I give you infinite thanks for so much mercy that you have shown me without any merit of my own! (M. Celeste Crostarosa, Dialogues)
“This is the work of Your powerful arm: resurrection into goodness. O my eternal life, my heart knows You in the light, purity and beauty that You give my spirit like a resurrection of life in peace and uprightness“Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord” (M. Celeste Crostarosa, Dialogues)
Peace in heaven
and glory in the highest.” (Luke 19, 38)
I shall enter into the Jerusalem of your soul as King (M. Celeste Crostarosa, Dialogues).
“I shall enter into the Jerusalem of your soul as King. Reflect on the commands I gave to my Apostles on Palm Sunday, when I told them: go to the Citadel and there you will find a donkey with her foal: untie her and bring her. And if anyone asks you, tell him that the Master has need of her”. O daughter, you are my foal; those who ask for you are your senses, your free will, and the demon who speaks and asks your will: Where are you going? Why do you submit yourself to so much, why is it you endanger your free will?” Respond to them and their questions with the reply I gave you: “the Master has need of it”. You are my little donkey, my foal, on which as King I make my entrance in sumptuous triumph into my dear Jerusalem: as the Lord of the foal of your liberty and the donkey of your will, that enters into the triumphs of peace, in this new life of my life in the souls of your neighbours and in the possession of My Kingdom which is within you” (M.Celeste Crostarosa, Dialogues).
5th Sunday of Lent
Brothers and sisters:
I consider everything as a loss
because of the supreme good of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord.
For his sake I have accepted the loss of all things
and I consider them so much rubbish,
that I may gain Christ and be found in him,
not having any righteousness of my own based on the law
but that which comes through faith in Christ,
the righteousness from God,
depending on faith to know him and the power of his resurrection
and the sharing of his sufferings by being conformed to his death,
if somehow I may attain the resurrection from the dead (Phil 3,8-12).
“I am your justice and your virtue and I give Myself to you to the degree of your correspondence to Me. 55. Since I am your justification and justice, with Me living in you, and you living in Me through love, do justice to every creature and to yourself as well.
Daughter, live suspended here in the world: just I was suspended on the cross above the world, so too you. 57. When you look at me in My image thus suspended above the earth, remember that this is how you must live in this world, nailed like Me with three nails: contempt for creatures, contempt for yourself, and contempt for every consolation” (Dialogue 8).
4th Sunday of Lent
“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.” (Luke 15).
“And these souls, so lacking in grace, were those that caused Your loving heart, so drained of blood, that cruel, burning, immensely painful thirst, for if it had been possible to suffer and die another new death on the cross, crueller and more bitter and more pitiless, You would have chosen to do so to quench the thirst in Your loving heart and see them in a state of salvation” (Meditations, M. Celeste Crostarosa).
3rd Sunday of Lent
Yahweh then said, ‘I have indeed seen the misery of my people in Egypt. I have heard them crying for help on account of their taskmasters. Yes, I am well aware of their sufferings. And I have come down to rescue them” (Exodus, 3, 2; 7-8 ).
“Just how great the mercy of the Lord is, and His infinite goodness towards the souls He Has redeemed, who can describe it? If the creatures were capable of knowing and being able to understand even the tiniest part of it, we would go into madness of pure love for this divine lover” (Autobiography, M. Celeste Crostarosa).