My God, my God, why have you forsaken me… October 18, 2025
In front of the Blessed Sacrament... Jesus, I sense a pain inside me for me not serving you well. I feel that it is the pain that you feel, when I renounce even unknowingly, the invitation to give more of myself. Please give me the grace to subject my ego to your Will...
“In Christ alone, the Triune God, is your beginning and your end. Yes, the pain that you are now sensing is the pain of My heart longing for your return in those times when you have wandered. But deeper still, is the joy which you give Us when you hearken to Our words and put them into practice in order to glorify the Triune God. Persist in prayer, your dedication in seeking Me out and of knowing My will. Follow Me and remain Mine.”
During Adoration... The words of Peter at the time of his denial, are thrust into my mind and keep coming back to me, over and over: “I do not know the man!”
“My God, My God, why have you forsaken Me? Yes, a cry of despair. As the Man-God, in order to redeem, I had to be a man like you: born in the flesh, subject to emotions, subject to the elements, subject to man. I had to taste the dregs of disappointment, abandonment and fear. In the garden, My friends fervour to be with Me lost to their lack of ardour. I had to taste the feeling of abandonment and despair as only a man, in order to overcome it by My human will. My Father had closed the gates of heaven and distanced himself from Me, the lone victim. Demons now ruled the earth, heightening the concupiscence of man so that lethargy and spiritual laziness was king. My close friends did not stay with Me. My Father in heaven withdrew so that I felt the intense loneliness that only I could feel. My cry upon the cross was real: My human senses felt the betrayal of Judas as well the chief of the apostles severely; My senses felt the betrayal of My once loyal friends; I did not have the comfort even of a glance of solace from My Father who was in Heaven. My spirit though, knew the truth. My cry upon the cross was the cry of human despair, but within My spirit, it was a cry to My Father as an assent to His will, knowing that My sacrifice would cancel the sin of the first parents. It was a cry of victory: the triumph of the Cross. (Psalm 22)
You who kneel before Me now in My most precious Sacramental Body, unite yourself with Me and comfort Me in My abandonment in this garden of betrayal and on the cross: you will be lessening the anguish of My time there and save souls. But also claim the victory that I won over death and sing that triumphant Psalm in your hearts so that it surfaces in your speech and actions and fills the hearts that I send you with nourishment and hope. Peace.”