My daughter, . . . I desire that the Feast of Mercy be a refuge and shelter for all souls, and especially for poor sinners. On that day the very depths of My tender mercy are open.
There are no ranks among the victors over death for libertines, religious freethinkers, and those who value pride and power over meekness, humility and love. Those who raise the banner of triumph, adorned with everlasting life, do so by the saving death of Christ.
Thinking of all the crosses I’d borne throughout the years, along with those I’d watched friends and family carry, it occurred to me that one can’t enjoy blessings without having known something of suffering.
We wait in faith and hope, analogously entombed in darkness, following in the way of Lazarus. Yet Christ is coming. The resurrection is in your future.
Today, I spoke to Dave about upcoming Holy Week, Easter, and the resurrection of Christ. I asked him if he believed in the resurrection. It’s a dogma of the faith. It gives us great hope for the future. Unfortunately, he shook his head “no.”