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humility that We had , painful , loving and humble Son . It is the feast of Your birth among the people , and the world does not know what a birth celebration is . Oh , how beautiful , how beautiful the pain is , the pain after God and the being of those who carry it ! How beautiful are those who are as painful as I and You are , Son bathed in my tears on earth and in heaven ! Oh , how much You love those who suffer from You ! Oh , how much pain is in You and in all the heavenly hosts from the man who has no pain in his moments of Your remembrance , which You spoke with Your disciples about to be united with Your Body and Your Blood , after they would deeply remember Your sufferance for the reward of man ’ s life and salvation , loving and merciful Son ! Oh , blessed is the man who has his face and his heart humbled at the thought of Your sufferance for the man , at the thought of Your pain of seven ages , at the thought of my sufferance for you , my Son , Son Who suffered from the man and from His lack of love ! The man does not know the spring his everlasting happiness springs up from . Tell the man , Son of sufferance that springs up of Your love for the man , and for whom You were born among the people two thousand years ago . Amen , amen , amen .
— Oh , this spring is the man ’ s sufferance always after God , mother of pain . Your love for Me gave power to your pain in you , these two were a spring to one another , for the love was the spring of your sufferance , and the sufferance was the spring of your love , and these both suffered for Me in you and gave you power of life , and they also give power to My sufferings , mother .
There is no man to remember My pain and yours with tears in the time before and after the breaking of the bread which becomes My Body and My Blood on the cross , mother , each time when My passions are remembered and mentioned and of My painful life on earth because of My mercy for the man . ( At the Holy Liturgy , r . n .). My Body and Blood is real truth in the cup of My new Passover , eaten by the disciples together with My word which makes the new man , and so new has to be the heart of the one who takes Me with all its remembrance of the memorial of My pains , of My cross . Oh , mother , the man does not know to love sufferance , and he takes My Body and My Blood without being seized by his mourning after Me , so that I may become food for the man afterwards , the last supper as I said that I would dine with the man after My passions . The man does not shed any tears when he communes with My Body and My Blood from the cup , mother . No pain of Mine hurts him and it does not wake him up to Me ; it does not touch his soul because of much painful sufferance of Mine and yours for the man .
Oh , I miss My Passover in the man ’ s heart so much , the union between My heart and his , for great was the mourning of My disciples in the time when I ate My Passover with them in the time of My pains , of My supper with them , and then of the pains after her , but the man cannot take in him My pain for him . I long after the love from the man . I want , with tearful longing , for the man to love Me much , and I come together with this pain in those who bear the pain of My love for man , mother , and I have so much compassion when I come in them with My pain , with My love , with My tear which is not wiped out by man , mother . Oh , who shall always wipe out My tear and its sting ? Who else has time for My tear , mother , and for My heart in which I cry because of My love for man ? I comfort Myself with you , for you were only comfort , power and love for Me . It was only you that I have been thinking of even before eternity , only of your pain that you were to bear for Me , only of your painful love , for your were beautiful through your pain in you , dear mother , and a dwelling place of your Son .
Your earthly parents took you to the temple even since you were a little child and they gave you to the Lord ; they gave you to Me so that I might be hurt in you and for you to be hurt
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