January 7, 2002
My peace I give to you, My flower; do you want to say something to Me?
Yes, Jesus, I want to say something to You. Am I Your athlete? 1 Please, do not disregard my question.
I am not going to disregard your question; I could detect from your expression that you have finally understood that I have indeed engaged you into a battle; yes, you are My athlete; I am your Trainer and I have trained you to be one, have I not?
Then, let me be an athlete of an untameable zeal for Your House;
let it be then that through your mouth My Words resound now and for generations to come; My Words will stop the impudent, the scholars and impious expressions of all those who have to this day not discovered Me but rely on their own strength; just because they have the speech of a rhetorician, does not mean it would elevate them into the hidden mysteries of the Holy Spirit!
ah, Vassula, My daughter, you see, it is not a light burden to carry the Cross of Unity; I had to form someone into an athlete who would run with Me, denying herself from all of the attractive things that would delay this race; I have formed you to be an athlete to enable you to devote your heart and mind in keeping pace with Me and not have your feet making slow progress;
I once asked: “who can endure pain, calumny, set-backs, spittle and persecution? who can supply My people, My Church, indefatigably with all the Knowledge she will acquire from Holy Wisdom and be at everyone’s availability at the same time? who would be obedient to My Will and My Commandments and discern falsehood from truth and what is right from wrong? who would express herself as I would have expressed Myself and acquiesce to many of My orders? who would sermonise in a royal and melodious way My Words, kindling the hearts of My people? and who would patiently bear every tribulation and every scourge when witnessing on the mystical union between Me and My creatures? to endure and accomplish all of this I would need to find an impoverished soul, weak and frail; in this sort of poverty I find breadth and width, height and depth to fill in this vast space My prodigious Wealth; in her weakness I will be her superabundant Strength and her Royal Authority; in her frailty I will be her ineffable Munificence;”
so in My gracious condescension I deigned to choose you, train you and form you into an athlete; now I have the satisfaction of seeing you eager to please Me by willing to go into the battlefield, come always and seek Me spontaneously anytime; I am your Brother, your kin; I, who am the radiant light of the Father’s glory and the perfect copy of His divine nature, bless you;
Lord, Your visits have resurrected me and I give glory to Your infinite Mercy. Yet, Lord, I still have another question:
How is it that if You say that through my mouth Your Words will resound and give effect to many, Your Words sometimes, even spoken with fervour, have so little effect; even coming from the Godhead Himself, filling my heart with divine Love do not affect everyone? Yes, and even there are some souls who do not seem to penetrate in Your Word but remain listless; is Your athlete running in rounds in empty circles?
My lips are eager to proclaim Your righteousness, Your marvels, and I had hoped to receive a sympathetic response so that it consoles You, bringing You out of Gethsemane and allowing You to breathe some fresh air instead of the bitter and agonising air of Gethsemane;
I feel sometimes that Your athlete is failing You and a lot of athletic work goes in vain; I am labouring and I am spent to obey Your Command to revive, embellish and unite the Church, rebuilding the structure of the Church, by the power of the Holy Spirit; I am trying to follow faithfully Your Command to me, but it seems that after a lot of sweat and with a lot of struggle, having re-modelled part of a wall of the structure, lo and behold who comes trotting along? Oppressors; oppressors appear in the night to demolish with one blow the freshly built wall; having put all their emblems on to show their authority, they slither like snakes and do their job; all the sweat and blood shed all these years, has it been in vain?
If the demons did not choose men to accomplish through them their evil mischief then who is it that dictates to these people these heinous crimes and these diabolical frantic actions?
Tell me, Lord and Sovereign, have I met with Your demands? Have I at all done any visible structure worthy of honour for You? Are my eyes lingering on inanities perhaps? Has unity seen any light or progressed an inch or two? With all the graces I received have I done anything at all to honour You? Or am I turning in circles? You endowed my spirit with a prophetic gift, what have I given You in return, my Lord, for all that You have adorned me with in Your exuberant Love?
In which way have I been negligent?
You, who raise kings to thrones, are known that if they grow proud of their unending sway, then You fetter them with chains, binding them in the bondage of distress;
I am a witness and I can witness that I have seen and watched great men fall when they did not listen to You; Your divine justice fell on them like a thunderbolt destroying them together with their pride. Yet, Your Mercy did not lack to show them several times all that they have done and all the sins of pride they were committing.
In earlier days I had to suffer to learn not to stray from You; in later days I still suffered to see the arrogant offending You; these days I still suffer to watch so much indifference shown to Your Merciful Call; Suffering has become my daily bread….
I have given you the Source2 of prophecy and through His teachings and good counsel you have given Me your heart and your will; these two things suffice for Me; as for your failures and your lacking, I filled where you lacked, and in My exuberant love I have for you it obliged Me to take care Myself where you had failed Me; in My fatherly Mercy I looked upon all your negligences as a father would look upon the negligences of his own little child: with compassion and ever so ready to help out with tenderness, whispering soft words of love so as not to frighten you away while showing you once more how I care for you and for your own progress;
as for the afflictions you suffer for the sake of My Church and for My Sake, My sister, My cathedral, do not despair; with one single of My glances I rebuild what has fallen; I have once shown you My Cup, and I was beckoning to you to follow Me so that I invest you with My Robe, gird you with My revelation, and entrust you with My Word;
oh, delight of the Father who was about to be hurled out into the valleys, the seas and the mountains! created for this purpose to tread down the proud and the arrogant and the sound of their revelling, hushing them to silence; when I showed My Cup to you, you rose and said: “Jesus, allow me to drink from It, offering You thus everything that may bring You consolation;” and I, touched and delighted with your offer, reclined on you and embraced you; I was embracing in My Arms a little daffodil; 3 hardly born and hardly out of her ill-health, yet all heart; your frailty has brought Me to tears more than once and more than anyone else in the entire world! here you were, scarcely born yet renouncing to your will already and offering Me soul and body, without restrain; above all, stretching out courageously your little hands towards My Cup, precipitating yourself at the Altar to lift It to your lips and drink from It!
when I saw you running towards the Altar decisively with determination, a great sound was heard from heaven, singing: “Alleluia! glory to our Lord who conquered her!” after this, I lifted the Cup to your lips ordering you to taste It only but not empty Its contents; I said: “bring My people to Me and put them altogether around one Altar; preach the obedience of faith to all nations in honour of My Name; show them how absurd it is to remain divided; I will always be at your side;”
I give thanks to You, my Lord,
for Your Love and Faithfulness;
I inspire love; in the Courts of My House you can remain forever; in there I govern with Majesty and in a lordly style I befriend My visitors, advising them always which course to take, in this manner I lead them where I chose …
be strong and your heart bold, My athlete;