Jesus Comes Crying

Today (Monday) on my Rosary walk, right before the Hail Holy Queen, in my mind, I saw a man standing in front of me, face-to-face, crying.  I understood it to be Jesus Christ.  It was no ephiphany, but only a faint image and inaudible hearing.  He was worn and crying because, in his humanity, he knows rejection and he knows remorse for those who are lost, burning in Hell.  This makes him very low – those who reject him and seek lustfully after sin and those who, in their choosing to follow their own ways, are lost to the burning flames.  He is even remorseful for the many who, in the hardness of their hearts, were lost in the desert so many thousands of years ago.  He did not want that to happen, but they chose to doubt.  

He sought from me a pure oblation of love to comfort him.  Of course, I offered him my loving obedience, my true desire to follow and serve him and to care for him in his suffering.  You do so also, in truth.  Offer the Lord your true desire to obey and comfort him.  Offer him a pure oblation of your good intentions toward him and his desires for you.

The Last Judgment, By Comparison

When praying during my Rosary walk the other day (Sunday), I had this insight that the truth of who we are at the Particular or Final Judgment will be revealed simply by being in the Presence of the Lord.  That is, our true thoughts and habits (virtue and vice) will be at once compared to that of the Lord Himself as He enters spiritually, without filters, into us and we into Him. 

We will either be repulsed or drawn ever closer in filial communion and community; we will either know Him and He, us or not.  We will either get along and we will love the disposition of the Lord, or we won’t, and it will be undeniable.