July 9, 1987

My God?

I am; Vassula, I have so many mysteries hidden from you! those few I revealed to you are ‘seen’¹ in human eyes, thus not comprehending them; either they will be placed aside, or will be given the wrong explanation; how could you possibly compare My works with human works; science cannot be compared with Heavenly Works, it is as if you want to compare Me with men!

true, My Works appear unorthodox to you, but what grieves Me most is to see My own sacerdotal souls doubting My Works, refusing to believe, thus remoting Me instead of promoting Me;

My creation has turned into a desert, dry, unfertile, thirsty for love; on what will My lambs feed upon when they have nothing to offer?