(1) As I was making the Hours of the Passion, Jesus, taking great pleasure, said to me:
(2) “My daughter, if you only knew the great pleasure I feel in seeing you repeat these Hours of my Passion—and always repeating them, and repeating them anew—you would be filled with joy. It is true that my saints have meditated on my Passion and have understood how much I suffered, melting into tears of compassion, so much so as to feel themselves consumed with love for my pains; however, they have not done it in this continuous manner, always repeated in this order. Thus, I can say that you are the first one to give Me this so great and special pleasure, as you go about dissecting in yourself, hour by hour, my Life and what I suffered. I feel so drawn that, hour by hour, I give you the food and eat the same food with you, and I do together with you what you do. You must know that I will reward you abundantly with new light and new graces; and even after your death, each time these Hours of my Passion are made by souls on earth, I, in Heaven, will always clothe you with new light and glory.”
November 6, 1914
Whoever makes the Hours of the Passion makes the Life of Jesus their own, and takes on His same office.
(1) Continuing the accustomed Hours of the Passion, my lovable Jesus said to me:
(2) “My daughter, the world is in a continuous act of renewing my Passion; and since my immensity envelops everyone, inside and outside of creatures, I am forced by their contact to receive nails, thorns, scourges, scorns, spittle, and everything else I suffered in the Passion, and even more. Now, whoever makes these Hours of my Passion, by their contact, I feel the nails being pulled out, the thorns being broken, the wounds being soothed, the spit being wiped away; I feel the evil that others do to Me being changed into good. And I, feeling that their contact does not harm Me but does Me good, lean more and more upon them.”
(3) After this, the blessed Jesus returned to speak about these Hours of the Passion, and said:
(4) “My daughter, you must know that by making these Hours, the soul takes my thoughts and makes them her own, my reparations, the prayers, the desires, the affections, and even my most intimate fibers, and makes them her own. Rising between Heaven and earth, she performs my same office, and as a co-redemptrix, she says together with Me: ‘Ecce ego, mitte me’ [Behold I am here, send me]; I want to repair to You for everyone, answer to You for everyone, and implore good for everyone.”
Book of Heaven, Vol. 11 – L. Piccarreta