At nightfall, I
felt reunited with friends. O my God, what happened, what different pictures!
I was Jesus and
against my heart felt someone leaning and that someone was me. I was the altar,
I was the bread and the wine, I was the chalice from where it was poured, I was
the dish from which the food was served. I was Judas. I was all.
I was the
sweetness and gentleness of Jesus, I was the despair and betrayal of Judas.
What a night,
what holy night, the biggest of all nights, the night of the greatest miracle,
of the greatest love of Jesus! His Divine Heart was imprisoned to those who
were so dear to Him. To be able to leave, he had to stay among them; to ascend
to heaven, had to stay on earth, thus was his Divine Love forced.
I need to
clarify all these scenes, but I do not know how.
Sentiments
of the Soul, March 8 1945
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