New Revelations through the Eucharist

Repent, Apologize and Return Quickly !

February 24, 2012

Chapel of Notre Dame

Lucia.: Father, this Friday morning, I went to Mass at 10:00 a.m. When I entered the church, the priest already began the mass and was saying: “God, please have mercy on us”.

While greeting and bowing to Him, I often think of God the Father, Jesus, Blessed Mother, the saints, and the angels. The saints on the altar and all those whom I greet are all present around the altar. It truly was very solemn and extremely fervent to me. The feeling every time I attended Mass was very special. May I stop here to reflect on truly spiritual feelings, truly direct in my mind, a feeling truly mysterious to lift up in Mass.

When I first entered, I closed my eyes and truly saw, like a stream of water flowing down from the forehead down to the middle of my nose. Flowing down slowly, I experienced it as it flowed down. It flowed slowly and I felt it, and let it be for a few moments. I then touched my forehead, I felt it rather strange and I was curious. But in my feeling, I felt that God was anointing me, or was doing something in my mind, to have a clearer and more definitive view to write or report what I saw or felt.

Could be the new intentions that God gave me, but after waiting a few minutes, I felt there was still something and touched my forehead. My forehead was dry with nothing on it for me to feel there was something flowing like that.

I touched my forehead twice. The first time I did not feel anything. The second time, faintly, I felt some water. I was surprised and wondered where the water came from. I thought maybe it was the holy water, but it did not make any sense.

If it was the holy water then it would have gone by then, but here I was kneeling for a very long time, then I felt something flowing down my forehead. I felt that was strange, but since it happened in the middle of Mass, I let it go. Then after the Our Father prayer, I felt very clearly and my intuition lit up.

I experienced and saw the eyes of Jesus in a face with the dark brown crown of thorns. I looked directly into His eyes, very bright, filled with emotion, earnestly pleading, and with an innermost feeling, wanted to say something to me or to someone, the deep sadness, hidden behind the gentle, lively face of a real person.

That moment disappeared quickly. When I opened my eyes, the outside was very normal, everyone was waiting to go to communion. I tried to close my eyes again to relive that moment, but I did not see anything, my memory was blurred, unlike that moment before. I did not see anything and thought about this extraordinary wonder. I simply thought that He came to me and wanted me to do something for Him. I just waited to see if I felt something and then tried to imagine it.

After a while, the Mass was about to end, and once again in my mind I was reminded that it was Friday, the first Friday of the Lent season, the Friday God died. After Mass, people would do the Fourteen Stations of the Cross. I saw many coincidental and logical things that I felt I must stay here or sit anywhere in the church or in the chapel to write a message.

The Passion of Jesus was written down and started this week, on February 24, 2012, I prayed for that feeling to be back in my memory. Moreover, on the days I was in Jerusalem, at the place where God was sent away by Pilate, then returned to the palace, and spent one night in prison.

The path He walked, I saw in my heart and witnessed again in Jerusalem, under the guidance of the priest, Fr. Nguyễn Tầm Thường.

He spoke and explained very clearly the path that Jesus walked, from one judge to another, at that time, as we heard in the Gospel according to St. Luke, if I was not mistaken, because it was recent. After returning from the pilgrimage, it was easy for me to think back about  what I heard and knew and witnessed in the land and the country where the Lord Jesus was over two thousand years ago. Today that place still has all the historical monuments, with the church people called St. Peter, but the priest said that was Pilate’s palace.

There was a coincidence while I was over there.

When Fr. Thường talked about the path that Jesus took, carrying the Cross, a path with many uneven and rugged steps, truly difficult for ordinary people to walk, let alone God, who was a person beaten by the soldiers, who had to carry a heavy Cross, in pain, how He teetered.

From studying what I saw and took many pictures of that path, I hoped in my mind that if God wanted, He could give me a picture of two thousand years ago of the path He walked, and allow me to take a picture in my camera, for the generation I live in, the descendants of two thousand years later, of this century.

It was simply a wish I asked God. This seemed too demanding, so I prayed to follow His holy will. Today, I did not expect this, from the camera I used in Jerusalem, the pictures I took and did not look at yet, but there was a coincidence.

He did not allow me to see the picture I asked for, but He directly came to me through the face and the lively eyes, with deep sadness in the heart, to express the feelings that He wanted me to write down and report about Him.

In this time period, this century, to report the experience of two thousand years later, through the pen that God allows Lucia to write in these days, which are also the days of the end of the century.

O God, today I actually hold the pen to write down the words that You allow me to experience and see. It is with a sincere heart as I want to do this for God during the Lent season. In the coming Lent, may I write down all the feeling and expression for God, the expression the Holy Spirit grants to me so that I can wholeheartedly lift up to God with all my heart, to write down the impressions, thoughts, ideas, truly profound in the thoughts of the echo that remains from the pilgrimage to the Holy Land, God’s homeland.

At this place, in this land, God came, was born and raised, worked and preached, and in the end, He sacrificed and died painfully, naked, because of love for mankind.

Permanently engraved, keep in mind the events and the history that took place here, the land where God was born, which was recorded and those events ended up in a history that mankind cannot ignore and deny.

Up to this day, for so many centuries, the deeds and sacrifices the Lord Jesus Christ did for mankind. Today’s world must recognize the infinite love of the Supreme Being who rules over heaven and earth, and must surrender, admire, honor, and adore the greatness, compassion, clemency, magnanimity, kindness and generosity of the heavenly King.

Mankind must return to the truth of the Most High granted to humanity and each one of us in today’s world. He did and waited too long.

The patience throughout generations, the time has come. There must be a purification and an end to the sinful, wicked generation, and the deceit of the days immersed in the ocean of fire of the earthly world.

God always loves and gives mankind the opportunity. However, in the unfaithfulness, brutality, indifference, obstinacy, hard-heartedness, mankind does not see and recognize the love, the grace, the forgiveness, and salvation, which will end at the appointed time.

The good and the bad will be clearly separated. There is no one else who resents God for returning and purifying the human world.

 

What is left to hold on to the moment

Repent, apologize, return quickly

For the day to be saved will be soon

May the world not be tardy

When it is too late

 

Finished writing 1:55 pm

Feb 24, 2012

 

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