February 2, 1999
Lord, let me read out to You what St. John Chrysostom wrote. In fact they are Your words, Your words to us through him;
this is what You said:
“I, your father, I, your spouse,
I, your home, I, your nurse,
I, your root, I, your foundation.
Whatever you want, I will be.
You lack nothing. I will work for you.
For I came to serve and not to be served.
I will be your friend and your host,
your head and your brother,
your sister and your mother.
I will be everything.
Only be intimate with me!
I will be poor for you, errant for you,
on the Cross for you, in the tomb for you.
Above I plead with the Father for your sake,
on earth I became intercessor to the Father for your sake.
You are everything for Me,
brother, co-heir, friend and member.
What more do you want?”
I have yielded so many times My Royal Sceptre to reach all of you and so many times I have come over to you to perfume your heads; with royal prodigality I have courted you, addressing you in poetry; religion and virtue were My sweet converse with you all the days of your life;
during all these years1 I was reposing My Head on you, I had been taking My delight in you; My Heart has said of you: “turn her into a living altar for Your Mystical Body, 2 let her learn to repulse all that does not come from You, keep her hidden in Us so that she becomes an exultant sacrifice ready to be sold to the world and serve with gladness;” I had in My tender affection and My ineffable Love given you Wisdom to instruct you so that I, through you, would accomplish My designs on My Church;
see, My beloved, with what intent eagerness I descended upon your frailty to turn you and through you others to become the sturdy pillars of My Church? and I, with all My Heart bless you and all those who became columns of divine fire to transmit My words in these urgent Messages and who voluntarily with love used all that they could, with unsparing love and fervour to propagate the Truth and christianise this dechristianised population; I am with you and I promise you that I will repay you and the others a hundredfold;
see how I raise ambassadors of peace and see how I rush over to rescue My House? see My Vassula, My Eyes are too pure to rest on rebellion; the splendour of My Work (for My Work it is) is to draw all souls in My Sacred Heart; were I not to hurry, raising with My Sceptre disciples, the fig tree will not blossom; nor will there be any fruit left on the vine, and My sheep will continue to scatter until there will be none left in the fold; Goodness and Mercy could not bear to see so many souls heading for the eternal fires;
ceaselessly and untiringly, with My Heart in My Hand, I will continue to look at the window of each heart to awaken it and bring it into the ardent Love of My Divinity;
then I will place all the virtues needed with a stream of unparalleled and sanctified graces on its altar to draw it into a complete union with the Father, with Me and the Holy Spirit, immersing it into the eternal joys of heaven, and into Our delights;
“I shall augment your zeal for My House and the fire I shall put within you shall disarm the great; let this Source within you never run dry; may you continue eagerly and with avidity to defend the Truth and My Church which I bought with My Own Blood; let the scourge of your persecutors never discourage you or wear you out, but let this vile act done to you make you stronger instead, by inhaling from My Mouth the graces you need to keep your soul tranquil and in peace;”
ah, generation, greater profit than this Book5 for your so miserable times you could not have received; greater gift for My Church for its renewal She could not have received, but once more My Church is failing Me, for She has not understood My intentions ….
come, Vassula, the Anointed One will provide you shelter in His Sacred Heart; love Me equally as I love you; come, My Own, and perfume My Heart; I promise you that one day I will take you to see the sweet fruits of your labours and you will rejoice ….
now come to Me and recite your prayers, I am always moved by your prayers; come and inebriate Me with your prayers;
I am now speechless Lord;
for what do You always find
in this worthless and useless heart of mine
to pour in it divine words
sweeter than the honey-comb?
I esteem an innocent soul, no matter how wretched she could be, more than sceptres and thrones; have you not said the other day that you felt like a mother towards Me? a mother who would do anything to protect her child from being constantly hurt, ridiculed and abused by the world? your love for Me touched Me, it has exceeded your misery ….
My Celestial Liturgy,
it is You, the Godhead
who encompasses all beings,
who clothed me with royal vestments
to be able to walk in and out of Your Courts;
You anointed me
so as to converse with You face to face
stirring my heart with Your noble theme;
You fed me with Goodness and Sweetness
and offered me a royal banquet
so that everything be distributed for all the nations
with largesse and with royal prodigality;
Was it not You
that in Your divine munificence
poured into me the flow of Divine Love,
God of all Goodness,
Sweet Spirit of Grace,
Most Loving Lover of Mankind,
who knew and knows all my defects, deficiencies and vileness,
how in spite of all these “morbid worms”
You still are gracious to me and approach me;
I give praise and honour to You
and ask You to pity always
my wretchedness and my unworthiness;
ah, Vassula, whenever you are mindful of your frailty and of your wretchedness knowing that Life can only be drawn from Me, I rejoice; whenever you admit that you are a sinner and that only by your total abandonment to Me you could draw graces from Me, I can then proceed in you and My Will can be accomplished in you;
transfigured by the grace of the Breath of My Holy Spirit, I will indeed proceed My intentions in you;
I, Jesus, bless you, be one; ic;