Notebook 104
True Life in God
1073
2002
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?
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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;
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This word came to me by inspiration.
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;
© Vassula Rydén