Reflections for the Season of Advent

December 25, 1900; Volume 4

The prodigy of the birth of Jesus, Luisa is called to hold Him after His Mamma; Purpose of the Cross of Jesus from His very Incarnation and birth.

Luisa: As I was in my usual state, I found myself outside of myself; after wandering around, I found myself in a cave, and I saw the Queen Mamma giving birth to Little Baby Jesus. What a wonderful prodigy! It seemed that both Mother and Son were transformed into most pure light. But in that light one could see very clearly the human nature of Jesus containing the Divinity within Itself, and serving as a veil to cover the Divinity; in such a way that, in tearing the veil of human nature, He was God, while covered by that veil, He was man. Here is the prodigy of prodigies: God and Man, Man and God! Without leaving the Father and the Holy Spirit - because true love never separates - He comes to live in our midst, taking on human flesh. Now, it seemed to me that Mother and Son, in that most happy instant, remained as though spiritualized, and without the slightest difficulty Jesus came out of the Maternal womb, while both of them overflowed with excess of Love. In other words: those Most Pure bodies were transformed into light, and without the slightest impediment, Light Jesus came out of the Light of the Mother, while both One and the Other remained whole and intact, returning, then, to their natural state.

Who can tell of the beauty of the Little Baby, who, in the moment of His birth, transfused, also externally, the rays of the Divinity? Who can tell of the beauty of the Mother, who remained all absorbed in those Divine rays? It seemed to me that Saint Joseph was not present at the act of the birth, but remained in another corner of the cave, all absorbed in that profound Mystery. And if he did not see with the eyes of the body, he saw very clearly with the eyes of the soul, because he remained enraptured in sublime ecstasy. Now, as the Little Baby came to light, I would have wanted to fly and take Him in my arms, but the Angels stopped me, saying that the honor of holding Him first belonged to the Mother.

The Most Holy Virgin, as though shaken, returned into Herself and from the hands of an Angel received the Son into Her arms. In Her ardor of love, She held Him so tightly that it seemed that She wanted to draw Him into Herself once again. Then, wanting to let Her ardent love pour out, She let Him suckle from Her breast. In the meantime, I remained completely annihilated, waiting to be called, so as not to be scolded again by the Angel.

Then the Queen said to me: “Come, come and take your Beloved; enjoy Him, and pour out your love with Him.” As She was saying this, I went over by Mama, and She gave Him to me - into my arms. Who can tell of my contentment, my kisses, my squeezes, and tendernesses? After I poured myself out a little, I said: ‘My Beloved, You have suckled the milk of our Mama – share it with me.’

And He, all condescending, poured some of that milk from His mouth into mine, and then told me…

Child Jesus: “My Beloved, I was conceived united to suffering, I was born to suffering, and I died in suffering. With the three nails with which they crucified Me, I nailed the three powers - intellect, memory and will - of those souls who yearn to love Me, keeping them all drawn to Me, because sin had rendered them ill and apart from their Creator - without control.” As He was saying this, He gazed at all the world and began to cry over its miseries.

Luisa: On seeing Him cry, I said: ‘Adorable Baby, do not sadden with your tears a night so happy, for the ones who love you. Instead of pouring out in crying, let us pour out in singing.’ So I began to sing, and He stopped crying. Then, as I finished my verse, He sang His own, with a voice so strong and harmonious that all other voices disappeared at the sound of His most sweet voice. Afterwards, I prayed to Baby Jesus for my Confessor, for those who belong to me, and then for everyone, and He seemed to be fully condescending. At that moment He disappeared, and I returned into myself.

What passed between the Baby and the sweet Mama when She fed Him from Her breast.

I was meditating on when the Queen Mama would give Her milk to Baby Jesus. I was saying to myself: ‘What must have passed between the Most Holy Mama and little Jesus in this act?’ At that moment, I felt Him move in my interior, and I heard Him say to me: “My daughter, when I suckled milk from the breast of my most sweet Mother, together with milk I suckled the love of Her Heart – and it was more love than milk that I suckled. While suckling, I would hear Her say to Me: ‘I love You, I love You, O Son’; and I would repeat to Her: ‘I love You, I love You, O Mamma.’ And I was not alone in this; at my ‘I love You’, the Father, the Holy Spirit and the whole of Creation - the Angels, the Saints, the stars, the Sun, the drops of water, the plants, the flowers, the grains of sand, all of the elements, would run after my ‘I love You’, and repeat: ‘We love You, we love You, O Mother of our God, in the love of our Creator.’

My Mother could see all this, and would remained inundated. She could find not even a tiny space in which She would not hear Me say that I loved Her. Her love would remain behind and almost alone, and She would repeat: ‘I love You, I love You….’ But She could never match Me, because the love of a creature has its limits, its time, while my love is uncreated, unending, eternal. The same happens to any soul when she says to me, ‘I love You’; I too repeat to her, ‘I love you’, and with Me is the whole Creation, loving her in my love. Oh, if creatures comprehended what good and honor they procure for themselves even by just saying to Me: ‘I love You’! This alone would be enough – a God beside them who, honoring them, replies: ‘I love you too.”

December 25, 1908 Volume 8

Three conditions so that Jesus may be born in our hearts. The three loves.

Luisa: Finding myself in my usual state, I was longing for Little Baby Jesus, and after much hardship, He made Himself seen in my interior as a little Baby, and told me:

“My daughter, the best way to make Me be born in one’s own heart, is to empty oneself of everything, because in finding empty space, I can place all my goods in it. And only then can I remain in it forever, if there is room to be able to carry all that belongs to Me, all that is my own.

A person who went to live in the house of someone else, could be called happy only if he found empty room in which to be able to put all his belongings; otherwise, he would be unhappy. So am I.

The second thing in order to make Me be born and to increase my happiness, is that everything the soul contains, both internal and external - everything, must be done for Me; everything must serve to honor Me, to execute my orders. If only one thing, one thought, one word, is not for Me, I feel unhappy, and while I should be the master, they make Me a slave. Can I tolerate all this?

The third one is love of heroism, magnified love, love of sacrifice. These three loves make my happiness grow in a surprising way, because they render the soul superior to her strengths, making her love with my strength alone. They will expand her, by making not only her, but also others love Me. And she will arrive at enduring anything, even death, in order to triumph in everything, and be able to say to Me: ‘I have nothing else; everything is only love for You.’

In this way, she will not only make Me be born and grow, but will form a beautiful Paradise in her heart.”

As He was saying this, I looked at Him, and from little, in one instant He became big, in such a way that I remained completely filled with Him. Then everything disappeared.