“Remember
that the offering which most pleases the Lord is when you offer
yourselves as a holocaust so that Jesus, upon His descent, may transform
you by His own merits. What do you have to offer the Father by
yourselves? Nothingness and sin. But the offering of oneself united to
the merits of Jesus, that offering is pleasing to the Father.”
That
sight, that procession was so beautiful that it would be difficult to
compare it to another. All those celestial creatures bowing before the
Altar, some leaving their offerings on the floor, others prostrating
themselves on their knees with their foreheads almost touching the
floor. And as soon as they arrived at the Altar, they would disappear
from my sight.
The
final moment of the Preface arrived, and when the assembly
said, “Holy,
Holy, Holy”, suddenly everything that was behind the
celebrants disappeared. Behind the left side of the Archbishop,
thousands of Angels appeared in a diagonal line, small angels, big
angels, angels with immense wings, angels with small wings, angels
without wings. As the previous ones, all were dressed with tunics like
the white robes of the priests or altar boys.
Everyone knelt with their hands united in prayer, and bowed
their heads in reverence. Beautiful music was heard as if there were
many choirs with different voices, all singing in unison together with
the people: Holy, Holy, Holy...
The
moment of the
Consecration, the
moment of the most marvelous of Miracles had arrived. Behind the right
side of the Archbishop appeared a multitude of people also in a diagonal
line. They were dressed in the same tunic, but in pastel colors of:
rose, green, light blue, lilac, yellow, in short, in different and very
soft colors. Their faces were also brilliant, full of joy. They all
seemed to be the same age. You could note (I can't say why) that they
were people of different ages, but their faces looked the same, without
wrinkles, happy. They all knelt down as well at the singing of “Holy,
Holy, Holy Lord...”
Our
Lady said: “These
are all the Saints and the Blessed of Heaven, and among them are the
souls of your relatives who already enjoy the Presence of God.” Then
I saw Her, exactly to the right of the Archbishop, a step behind the
celebrant. She was suspended a little off the floor, kneeling on some
very fine, transparent but, at the same time, luminous fabric, as
crystalline water. The Holy Virgin, with hands joined, was looking
attentively and respectfully at the celebrant. She spoke to me from
there, but silently, directly to the heart, without looking at me:
“It
surprises you to see Me standing a little behind Monsignor
[the Archbishop], does
it not? This is how it should be... With all the love that My Son gives
Me, He has not given Me the dignity that He has given the priests of
being able to perform the daily Miracle with My hands as they do with
their priestly hands. Because of this, I feel a deep respect for priests
and for the miracle that God carries out through them, which compels Me
to kneel here behind them.”
My
God, how much dignity, how much grace the Lord pours over the priestly
souls, and neither we, nor perhaps some of them, are conscious of this.