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FOR AN INDIFFERENT SOUL

March 29, 1988

Vassula, My anguish for souls walking in darkness, souls full of blemishes, soures My Heart My Vassula, I am outside her door knocking but she refuses to open, her daily occupations leave no place for her Saviour, her soul going into deeper depths of darkness; although I have given her the grace of intellect and perception she is not apt to change as long as she refuses Me to come in, I demand nothing, I ask only for some recognition, for some love, see Vassula?

(Jesus was sad)

creating her was a delight for Me, but would she know all this since she has shut Me out? yes 1 Vassula, love Me My Vassula, you console Me, make up for those who have no love for Me

Jesus wrote this on account of a visitor, one of our family who stays now with us for a few days. Having heard of these messages she asked me to have a look on them. She read some of the messages from October 1987 then left it. (She yawned then said, "I guess when I reach retirement age I will take care of my rose-garden and my spiritual life, but not now." She asked me to watch me while writing, so that she satisfies her curiosity and watch the phenomenon; I refused her request. No one sees me unless God calls him or her for this. It happened twice: once for a special case. Then at the Catholic Charismatic Center in Dhaka. It is holy and it should not be profaned by curiousity.


1 this made me weep to see Jesus so sad.