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who you are, a most wretched creature ah! your heart will
not dare to oppose the blows, the cross, which, only for your

good, I have prepared. On the contrary, by just thinking that
I, your Master, have suffered so much, your pains will seem
shadows to you compared to Mine. Suffering will be sweet
for you, and you will reach the point of not being able to be

without sufferings.”

My nature trembled at the mere thought of sufferings; I
prayed that He Himself would give me the Strength, because
without Him I would use His very gifts to offend the Giver.
So, I gave all of myself to meditating the Passion, and this

did so much good to my soul, that I believe that all the good
has come to me from that source. I pictured the Passion of
Jesus Christ like an Immense Sea of Light, which wounded

me all over with His innumerable rays, rays of Patience,
of Humility, of Obedience, and of many other virtues. I
saw myself as all surrounded by this Light, and I remained
annihilated at seeing myself so different from Him. Those

rays that inundated me were as many reproaches for me. I
heard them say: “A God so patient and you? A God humble
and submitted even to His very enemies and you? A God

who suffers so much for Love of you and where are your
sufferings for love of Him?”

Sometimes He Himself would make me the narration of

the pains suffered by Him, and I was so moved that I would
cry bitterly. One day, while working, I was considering the

most bitter pains that my Good Jesus suffered; I felt my heart
so oppressed by the pain, that I was out of breath. Fearing
something, I wanted to distract myself by going out to the
balcony. I go about looking in the middle of the street but

what do I see? I see the street all filled with people, and, in the
middle, my loving Jesus with the Cross upon His shoulders.
Some pulled Him to one side, some to another. All panting,

with His face dripping with blood, He raised His eyes toward
me in act of asking for my help. Who can say the sorrow I
felt, the impression that a sight so pitiful made on my soul. I

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