DAILY CATHOLIC   WEDNESDAY    April 28, 1999    vol. 10, no. 83

MEDITATIVE LESSONS ON THE GLORIOUS MYSTERIES:
"MY LORD AND MY GOD!"

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    INTRODUCTION
      These Meditative Lessons on the Glorious Mysteries of the Rosary which encompass the time from the Tomb through the Ascension were imparted via both interior visions and interior locutions to Cyndi Cain, the Hidden Flower of the Immaculate Heart from the Blessed Mother of God after Pentecost in 1993. Cyndi relates that, "while I saw many details in these interior visions, only certain details were to be written down. Therefore, these lessons are not meant to be a detailed geographical or historical account, nor are they meant to pinpoint all the intricate details one might wish to have knowledge of regarding the time of of the Resurrection and beyond...for the importance of each lesson lies not in the descriptive passage or dialogue, but in Our Lady's own meditations which follow each interior vision. These meditations are meant to strengthen us in our faith during this our exile - particularly in these end times when the Holy Catholic Church will be ripped apart by apostasy and schism...for Our Blessed Mother wants our faith to be as strong as an anchor. For our faith to be such, we must have the faith of a simple, little child." As an added bonus for Easter we bring the special chapter on the Resurrection to you and ask the Holy Spirit to give all the enlightenment and discernment to learn and grow from these meditative lessons that all may persevere in the time of the Great Darkness which looms ever closer. For those who would like the complete works of "My Lord and my God", as well as the books on the Joyful Mysteries - "Come, Let us Adore Him", and the Sorrowful Mysteries - "It is Consummated!", click on BOOKS.

Meditative Lesson 12:

BEHOLD HIS GLORY!

part two

          Tears stream down Lazarus' face. He can but gaze ardently upon his Jesus Who has come to him. But I do not stay here. Suddenly I have moved back down the path to a section of the garden where Martha has come to pick flowers. Busy at her task, she, to9o, is caught unaware by the voice that calls her name. She looks up and the flowers in her arms tumble to the ground.

          "Master!" she cries out, with such joy and relief.

          I understand that Jesus, now glorified, is also still with Lazarus at this very same moment.

          Martha rushes forward and tries to kiss His feet. Jesus will not yet permit anyone to touch Him, but His Love is of such greatness that Martha can but cry.

          "Did you think I was unaware of your unselfish joy? You exalted to know your sister had seen Me. You praised God for My Resurrection. Such faith and charity have brought Me here. Martha, you are forever My selfless servant. Great is the reward, which awaits you. I am always with you. Peace." And He is gone.

          I am now in a new place. It is a home. Not ornate, but certainly not poor. A woman kneels against the hard wood of her bedstand and sobs broken-heartedly. Until a voice gently asks: "Why do you weep, woman?" The woman turns to see who has intruded upon her grief. The room is dark, the shutters drawn over the window. She sees the form of a man, His white tunic visible in the gloom.

          "Sir? Why are you here? I seek only privacy."

          "You weep, but there is no need."

          "You do not understand. I"

          And Jesus allows all His Glory to shine forth upon this woman, who I recognize as the woman who wiped His face with her veil. "My God! My Lord!"

          Her voice is changed to joy unsurpassed.

          "Weep no more. Your eyes have seen, your soul recognized its God. I bless you for your love, and for the love, you gave My Mother. For all time your name shall be blessed, you who offered Me comfort when no one else dared. I am with you. Never be afraid. You have seen the Truth. You will speak this Truth to many, and they shall believe. Peace."

          Then I am in still another house. A home which truly belongs to wealth. Again, I am told by our Heavenly Mother that all this is taking place simultaneously.

          There is an exquisite rose garden. A woman walks among the rows of fragrant blossoms, head bent, sorrow in her every step and breath. Coming to the end of one row, she turns in order to pace back up another row. But her mournful steps stop as she sees the hem of a white tunic and she is startled. Abruptly she looks up and her eyes behold her beloved Jesus. His glory is suppressed now, but she recognizes Him.

          Her hand goes out automatically to touch Him. Jesus raises His right hand and the nail mark is clearly visible to her.

          "Johanna, know that I have heard your prayer. I have come so that in the following days your faith may be even stronger. Your husband will be greatly persecuted, but do not fear. No mortal harm shall befall him. It is through you, Johanna of Chuza, that he will yet come to receive the full light. Speak of our meeting to no one."

          "Yes, My Lord. I will be silent."

          He smiles at her and in that instant, all of His glory surrounds them both. Johanna seems to dissolve into this radiance.

          "Peace, Johanna. Mourn no more, but rejoice. Soon you will join the other holy women where you will wait and pray beside My Mother. Until then, know that I am Risen. I give you Peace, and announce to you that you shall be for many women whose marriages are difficult, an example of joy and peace which is rewarded in the Father's time by the conversion of her spouse. I go now yet I remain with you. Peace!"

          And Johanna falls to her knees. She cries, but out of joy, and I move on.

          It is different now. I am still within the embrace of our Blessed Mother, but the sparse cell-like room in the house of the Last Supper is gone. I seem to be above Jerusalem, yet am able to still see details of streets, people, shadows. It is fully daylight. It must be past noon, and this I understand from the shadows I see below me.

          I am able by God's power and mercy upon my wretchedness to 'see' interiorly that all those who were faithful to our Dear Lord and, by God's Providence, have been chosen to bear witness, are privileged to see Our Lord as the Risen Christ.

          He, Our Lord, appears to Nicodemus, who has obviously suffered deeply for his own lack of faith in Jesus, the cowardliness that caused him to come to Our Lord's defense too late and with too little fervor. It appears the members of the temple, those that remind me of bullies and thugs have taken their anger out on Nicodemus by maltreating him. His face is badly bruised, his garments soiled, and he sits in the shadow of stairs that must lead to his dwelling.

          Jesus suddenly stands before him. Our Lord, dressed in a white tunic, appears thoroughly ordinary.

          "You have been maltreated," Our Lord says.

          Nicodemus does not look up. He merely inclines his head and says in a deep, sad voice, "It is not important. What is done to my body is of no avail. It is my heart that is torn."

          "Why?"

          "I have failed. In faith. To Him, the Messiah."

          "Nicodemus!"

          Jesus speaks with authority and now Nicodemus raises his head and gazes at the man who is no more than a foot from him.

          "You know me."

          "Even your heart, Nicodemus. Look at Me!"

          And the full Glory of His Risen Body is revealed. The brilliance shines upon Nicodemus' swollen face and the tears flow copiously from his eyes.

          "My Lord, it is true! I did not believe the lie that your body had been stolen. O! My Lord, forgive me," Nicodemus has fallen to his knees.

          "Arise, Nicodemus, and know you are forgiven. Your heart is renewed. Be no longer afraid. Go to your brothers at the House of the Pasch Supper. There you will pray and learn from them."

          Before Nicodemus can respond, Jesus is gone.

NEXT INSTALLMENT: Part three: Behold His Glory!

April 28, 1999       volume 10, no. 83
"MY LORD AND MY GOD!"

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