140 True Life in God Notebook 16 was no big statue, or even small. There were no shiny red-scarlet curtains. There were the ordinary worn-out, yellow-red curtains I had seen, but no statue. She did not understand it. But I did. Below the curtains was an interior door. She pushed it and it was a church. I said to her, “This is why we came to Turin, to go to this church, called Madonna di Rosario, to repair. The Church of St. Mary. The huge beautiful statue you saw was to pull and bring us here. Our Mother called us. She gave you the apparition of Herself in statue, big so that it impresses you, to pull us here. And She wants Her candle lit in Her Church, to amend for the priest’s words.” We entered and it was such a beautiful Church. Mass was on. We stayed till it was over. We went forward to a golden statue of St. Mary and Jesus as a Child, and it was there we lit her candle praying for Jesus to forgive us and him.) Jesus, is this correct? Vassula, yes, it is exactly as you recounted it; I will lift you to Me as soon as you accomplish your mission; My Soul longs for you; Vassula hear My Mother; Vassula, tell Ismini how much I love her; child, I gave her this image of Myself to attract her attention and lead you into My Church; beloved ones how I love you; honour Us, beloved, honour Us; amend for your brethren; remember how close We are to you all; Vassula never get discouraged for I am beside you; lean on Jesus always; daughter, think of Jesus’ Passion; live for Him, glorify Him; Only with Your help and the help of Jesus am I able to do all this. I want to honour You. I love you all; I bless Ismini; I have blessed her and her husband in My Church; I bless You, St. Mary. I bless you too; (Later on:) Forgive me, Lord, for My total unworthiness and failures and lack of every good, making me offend You by this in Your presence. I forgive you fully; I love You, dear Lord. every time you tell Me I love you, I overlook all your wretchedness, letting it pass by and stop My divine Justice from striking you, Vassula, for indeed you are wretched beyond words; you soothe My anger by telling Me you love Me; (Jesus seemed severe, I feared Him.) I fear You. I am Love, so do not fear Me; Oh Jesus, I wish I wouldn’t be so wicked and ungrateful and spiteful. I pity you and it is out of pity I seldom flare up against you; I know I don’t deserve a drop of grace on me, You have been too good to me, patient, You never got angry with me. You only loved me with my mistakes. You spoilt me. Vassula, for such is My Mercy! Jesus. I am; My God. I am;
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