Saturday, May 16, 2015

To be a hero, or not to be a hero. . . depends on how you suffer!

I thought that this was an interesting post on the purpose of suffering, and how it is not meaningless.

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He and I - a conversation between Jesus & Gabrielle Bossis


Imprimatur Msgr. Jean-Marie Fortier, Archbishop Sherbrooke, November 14, 1969

Jesus speaking to Gabrielle Bossis:

"Yes, I am Truth. Sin is falsehood, error, darkness. Every form of goodness is truth: the desire for good, work for justice. . ." (January 13, 1944)

 "If you knew what the love of God is, it would be impossible for you not to abandon everything to Him and let yourself be lost to Him." (June 22, 1944)

"If you suffer, I am there to suffer with you. And this is my cross again-- this suffering in your suffering. Share it with Me, for everything depends on oneness. And if you believe in My love, suffering will be sweet to you." (June 28, 1944)

"I need each one of you as though you were the only person in the world, as though the cosmos had been created for you alone, and My love is greater than the cosmos. So let this thought be a strength to you and your smiling calm." (March 6, 1947)


Gabrielle: "Lord, I rack my brains to find ways of loving You and I don't succeed."
Jesus: "I am all simplicity. Love Me simply. When you think about Me, feeling sorry at not being able to do better, you love Me. When you act rather from duty than inclination, you love Me. When you belittle yourself in our own eyes and before others, you love Me. When you want to pray and you deplore the distracts that make your thoughts wander, you love Me. When you hunt for words without being able to express your desires, you love Me. When you forgive a wounding remark; when you give pleasure for the sake of giving Me pleasure; when you cease to think of yourself in order to reach Me; when you attempt to leave everything as though it were the day of your death; when in your thought you join the angels and saints, like one who arrives ahead of time; and when , in the evening you welcome your tomorrow morning that will unite us, you love Me.  It's all different from what you thought you ought to do in order to love Me. Oh, My little girl, simplify yourself sweetly in My Presence, your wide-awake. You know very well that I Am always there." (September 9, 1948)

Words do hurt.