ANDRÉ LOVE JESUS CHRIST.
Bedridden for many years, Maria Valtorta receives in the darker of the 2nd World War, scenes of the full vision of the Gospel. The life of Jesus astonishing details has been read, personally, by three popes, theologians and biblical scholars and popular meeting uninterrupted success for 60 years.
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Parable of the lost sheep:
Jesus speaks to the crowd. Mounted on the edge of a tree-lined stream, it speaks to a large crowd spread in a field with wheat is cut and which has the unfortunate appearance of stubble sunburned.
It is evening. Twilight Falls, but already the rising moon. A beautiful, clear evening of early summer. Herds return to the fold and the tinkling of cowbells mingles with the shrill sound of crickets or cicadas, large: gris, gris, gri ...
Jesus takes the comparison of herds that pass. He said, ”Your Father is like an attentive shepherd What does the good shepherd It seeks good pasture for the sheep, where there is no hemlock or dangerous plants, but pleasant clovers, herbs and.? bitter but good for health chicory.
44> He seeks a place where together with food, freshness, stream with clear water, trees that provide shade, where there are no asps amid the greenery . He does not care to find more pastures because he knows they easily hide snakes lurking and weeds, but it gives preference to mountain pastures where the dew makes the pure and fresh grass, but as the sun rid of reptiles, where we find a good air that stirs the wind, which is not heavy and unhealthy such as the plain. The good shepherd observed by his sheep. It treats if they are sick, if they are injured paunch. To her who would visit sick by gluttony, he raises his voice, to that which would struggle to stay in too humid or too much sun, he said to go to another place. If one is disgusted, he seeks her tart and aromatic herbs that can awaken his appetite and present it to his hand by speaking of him as a friendly person.
Thus behaves the good Father who is in Heaven with her son wandering on earth. His love is the rod that brings together, his voice serves as their guide, pastures is his law, his pasture Heaven.
But that leaves a sheep. How much he loved! She was young, pure and innocent like a light cloud in an April sky. The shepherd looked at her with so much love, thinking of all the good he could do it and all the love he could receive. And she gives up.
Along the road that borders the pasture, a tempter happened. He does not wear a cassock austere, but a coat of many colors. He does not wear the skin belt with the ax and the knife hanging, but a golden belt from which hang the Argentine bells sound, melodious as the voice of the nightingale, and bulbs intoxicating essences ... He not the drone with which the good shepherd gathers and defends the sheep, and if the drone is not enough, he is ready to defend them with his ax or a knife and even risking his life. But tempter that passes into the hands a censer all shiny gems where smoke student who is both stink and scent, which stuns as dazzle facets jewelry, oh! How true! It goes singing and drops handfuls of salt that shines on the dark path ...
Four ninety nine ewes watching him without moving.
45> The hundredth, the youngest and dearest, jumped and disappeared behind the tempter. The shepherd called, but she did not return. She goes faster than the wind, get one that has happened and to support its forces in its course, it tastes the salt that penetrates into it and burn with a strange delirium that urges her to seek the black and green water in the dark forest. And, in the forests, following the tempter, it sinks, it enters, rises and falls and falls ... one, two, three times. And one, two, three times, she feels around his neck viscous embrace reptiles, and thirsty, she drank dirty water, and hungry, she bites herbs that shine a disgusting slime.
What is meanwhile the good shepherd? It locks in a safe place ninety-nine faithful sheep and then starts and does not stop until he found traces of the lost sheep. Since she does not return to him, who says his appeals to the wind, he goes to her. He sees far intoxicated and embraced by reptiles, so drunk she does not feel nostalgia for the face that love her, and she mocks him. And he sees her again, guilty of being entered as a thief in the house of another, so guilty that she dare not look at him ... And yet the pastor never tired ... and it will. He looks, looks for the following harasses. He cries on the trail of the lost; scraps of fleece; shreds of soul; traces of blood; crimes of all kinds; garbage; testimonies of his lust. He comes and joins.
Ah! I found you, my beloved! I’ve joined! That way I did for you! To bring you back to the fold. Do not curve your stained forehead. Your sin is buried in my heart. Nobody except me who love you will know it. I will defend you against other people’s criticism, I cover you with my person to serve you as a shield against the stones of the accusers. Come. Are you hurt? Oh! show me your wounds. I know, but I want you to show me, with the confidence that you had when you were pure and you looked at me when I, your pastor and your god, an innocent eye. Here they are. They all have a name. Oh! as they are deep! Who made them yourself so deep those wounds at heart? The Tempter, I know. It is he who has neither bumblebee nor ax but deeper wounds with its poisonous bite and after him, it is the fake jewels of his censer, which have seduced you with their brilliance and were a ... hellish sulfur was happening to the light to burn your heart. Look how many wounds, how torn fleece, how much blood, how many thorns!
46> Oh! poor deluded little soul! But tell me: if I forgive you, you still love me? But tell me: if I hold out my arms, will fling you there? But tell me: do you thirst for a good love? And then: come and come back to life. Come back in the holy pastures. You cry. Your tears mingled with mine wash traces of your sin, and I, to feed you, because you are exhausted by the evil that hath burned, I open the chest, I open my veins and I say: ”Fed up, but live!”
Come I take you in my arms. We will go more quickly to saints and safe pastures. You will forget all of this hour of despair and your ninety-nine sisters, good, will rejoice for your return. I tell you, my lost sheep, I have sought in coming so far, I have found that I have saved, we do a big party among good for a lost sheep who returns as for ninety-nine righteous who were not far from the fold. ”
Jesus never turned to look towards the path that is behind him and through which arrived in the evening dark, Mary Magdalene, and still very elegant, but dressed, at least, and covered with a dark veil that hides his features and forms. But when Jesus comes to these words: ”I found you, my beloved” Mary runs her hand under her veil and weeps softly and continuously. People do not see because it is beyond the embankment bordering the road. There are now seeing that the high moon and the spirit of Jesus ...