Prayer For the Glorification of the Servant of God

LUISA PICCARRETA

Oh august and Most Holy Trinity, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, we praise and thank You for the gift of the holiness of Your faithful servant Luisa Piccarreta. She lived, Oh Father, in Your Divine Will, becoming under the action  of the Holy Spirit, in conformity with Your Son,  obedient even to the death on the cross, victim and host pleasing to You,  thus cooperating in the work of Redemption of mankind. 

Her virtues of obedience, humility, supreme love for Christ and the Church,  lead us to ask You for the gift of her glorification on earth,  so that Your Glory may shine before all, and Your Kingdom of truth, justice and love,  may spread all over the world in the particular charisma of the

Fiat Voluntas tua sicut in Caelo et in terra. 

We appeal to her merits to obtain from You, Most Holy Trinity the particular grace for which we pray to You with the intention to fulfill Your Divine Will.  Amen.

 +Archbishop Givoan Battista Pichierri

Three Glory be,

Our Father

Queen of all Saints, pray for us.

  Trani, October 29, 2005

THE VIRGIN MARY IN THE KINGDOM OF THE DIVINE WILL – DAY 27

The Virgin Mary in the Kingdom of the Divine Will

 From the writings of the Servant of God, Luisa Piccarreta

Meditations for the Month of May 

Prayer to the Celestial Queen for each day of the month of May

Immaculate Queen, my Celestial Mother, I come onto your maternal knees to abandon myself in your arms as your dear child, and to ask of You, with the most ardent sighs – in this month consecrated to You – the greatest of graces: that You admit me to live in the Kingdom of the Divine Will.

Holy Mama, You who are the Queen of this Kingdom, admit me to live in It as your child, that It may no longer be deserted, but populated by your children. Therefore, Sovereign Queen, I entrust myself to You, that You may lead my steps into the Kingdom of the Divine Will; and clinging to your maternal hand, You will lead all of my being to live perennial life in the Divine Will. You will be my Mama, and to You, my Mama, do I give my will, that You may exchange it with the Divine Will, and so I may be sure I will not go out of Its Kingdom. Therefore I beg You to illumine me in order to make me comprehend what ‘Will of God’ means.

Hail Mary…

Little Sacrifice of the Month:

Each morning, midday and night – three times a day – let us go onto the knees of our Celestial Mama, and say to Her: “My Mama, I love You; and You – love me, and give a sip of Divine Will to my soul. Give me your blessing, that I may do all of my actions under your maternal gaze.

 Day Twenty-seven

The Queen of Heaven in the Kingdom of the Divine Will. Here sounds the Hour of Sorrow: the Passion. A Deicide. The Crying of all Nature.

 The soul to her Sorrowful Mother:

 My dear sorrowful Mother, today, more than ever, I feel the irresistible need to be close to You. No, I will not move from your side, to be spectator of your bitter sorrows and to ask You, as your child, for the grace to place in me your sorrows and those of your Son Jesus, and also His very death; so that His death and your sorrows may give me the grace to make me die continually to my will, and to make me rise again above it, to the life of the Divine Will.

 Lesson of the Queen of Sorrows:

 Dearest child, do not deny Me your company in so much bitterness. The Divinity has already decreed the last day of my Son down here. One of His apostles has already betrayed Him, giving Him up into the hands of the Jews, to make Him die. My dear Son, taken by excess of love and not wanting to leave His children, for whom He came to search upon earth with so much love, has already left Himself in the Sacrament of the Eucharist, so that whoever wants Him, may possess Him. So, the life of my Son is about to end, and He is about to take flight to His Celestial Fatherland.

Ah, dear child, the Divine Fiat gave Him to Me, and in the Divine Fiat I received Him; and now, in that same Fiat, I give Him back.

My Heart is torn; immense seas of sorrows inundate Me; I feel life leaving Me because of the atrocious spasm. But nothing could I deny to the Divine Fiat; on the contrary, I felt disposed to sacrifice Him with my own hands, had It wanted it so. The strength of the Divine Will is Omnipotent, and I felt such strength by virtue of It, that I would have contented Myself with dying rather than to deny anything to the Divine Will.

Now, my child, listen to Me: my maternal Heart is drowned with pains; just thinking that my Son, my God, my life, must die, is more than death for your Mama. Yet, I know I must live! What torment! What profound lacerations form in my Heart, piercing It all the way through, like sharp swords! Yet, dear child, I grieve in saying this to you, but I must: in these pains and profound lacerations, and in the pains of my beloved Son, there was your soul – your human will. Since it would not let itself be dominated by the Will of God, We covered it with pains, We embalmed it, We fortified it with our pains, so that it would dispose itself to receive the life of the Divine Will.

Ah, if the Divine Fiat had not sustained Me and continued Its course with infinite seas of light, of joy, of happiness, along side the seas of my bitter sorrows, I would have died as many times for as many pains as my dear Son suffered! Oh, how tortured I felt, when He made Himself seen for the last time – pale, with a sadness of death on His face, and with trembling voice, as though wanting to burst into sobs, told me: “Good-bye Mama! Bless your Son, and give Me the obedience to die. My Divine Fiat and yours made Me be conceived, and my and your Divine Fiat must make Me die. Hurry, O dear Mama, pronounce your Fiat, and tell Me: ‘I bless You and I give You the obedience to die crucified! So does the Eternal Will want, and so I too want’.”

My child, what a blow to my pierced Heart! Yet, I had to say it, because there were no forced pains in Us, but all voluntary. So, We blessed each other, and exchanging that gaze which is not able to detach itself any more from the beloved, my dear Son, my sweet life, departed; and I, your sorrowful Mama, stayed. But the eye of my soul never lost sight of Him. I followed Him into the Garden, in His terrible agony, and – oh, how my Heart bled in seeing Him abandoned by all, even by His most faithful and dear apostles!

Dear child, the abandonment of dear ones is one of the greatest sorrows for a human heart in the stormy hours of life; especially for my Son, who had loved them so much and done so much good to them, and who was in the act of giving His life for the very ones who had just abandoned Him in the extreme hours of His life – even more, they had run away! What sorrow! What sorrow! And I, in seeing Him agonize and sweat blood, agonized together with Him and sustained Him in my maternal arms. I was inseparable from my Son; His pains were reflected in my Heart, liquefied by sorrow and by love, and I felt them more than if they were my own. So I followed Him all night. There was not one pain or accusation they gave Him, which did not resound in my Heart. But at the dawn of the morning, unable to endure any more, accompanied by the disciple John, Magdalene and other pious women, I wanted to follow Him step by step, also corporally, from one tribunal to another.

My dearest child, I heard the roaring of the lashes that fell upon the naked body of my Son; I heard the mockeries, the satanic laughter, and the blows they gave Him on His head when they crowned Him with thorns. I saw Him when Pilate showed Him to the people – disfigured, unrecognizable. I felt deafened by the “Crucify Him, Crucify Him!” I saw Him take the Cross upon His shoulders, exhausted and panting. And I, unable to refrain, hastened my step to give Him my last embrace and to dry His face, all wet with blood. But – no! There was no pity for Us! The cruel soldiers pulled Him by the ropes and made Him fall. Dear child, what harrowing pain, not being able to help my dear Jesus in so many pains! Every pain opened a sea of sorrow in my pierced Heart. Finally, I followed Him to Calvary, where, amid unheard-of pains and horrible contortions, He was crucified and lifted up on the Cross. Only then was it conceded to Me to be at the foot of the Cross, to receive from His dying lips the gift of all my children, and the right and seal of my Maternity over all creatures. Shortly after, amid unheard-of spasms, He breathed His last.

All nature wore mourning, and cried over the death of its Creator. The sun cried, obscuring itself and withdrawing, horrified, from the face of the earth. The earth cried with a strong tremor, ripping open in various places, for the sorrow of the death of its Creator. All cried: the sepulchers by opening, the dead by rising; even the veil of the temple cried with sorrow, and was torn. All lost joy, and felt terror and fright. My child, your Mama remained petrified with sorrow, waiting to receive Him into my arms, to close Him in the sepulcher.

Now, listen to Me in my intense sorrow: with the pains of my Son I want to speak to you of the great evils of your human will. Look at Him in my sorrowful arms, how disfigured He is! He is the true portrait of the evil the human will does to the poor creatures. My dear Son wanted to suffer so many pains in order to raise this will again – fallen into the abyss of all miseries; each pain of Jesus and each one of my sorrows called it to rise again in the Divine Will. Our love was so great that in order to place this human will in safety, We filled it with our pains, up to the point of drowning it, and enclosing it inside the immense seas of my sorrows, and of those of my beloved Son.

Therefore, on this day of sorrows for your sorrowful Mama – and all for you – in return give Me your will, into my hands, that I may enclose it in the bleeding wounds of Jesus, as the most beautiful victory of His Passion and death, and as the triumph of my most bitter sorrows.

 The soul:

 Sorrowful Mama, your words wound my heart; I feel I am dying upon hearing that it was my rebellious will that made You suffer so much. Therefore, I pray You to enclose it in the wounds of Jesus, that I may live from His pains and from your bitter sorrows.

 Little Sacrifice:

 Today, to honor Me, you will kiss the wounds of Jesus, speaking five acts of love, and praying to Me that my sorrows may seal your will in the opening of His sacred side.

 Ejaculatory Prayer:

 May the wounds of Jesus and the sorrows of my Mama give me the grace to make my will rise again in the Will of God.

Prayer For the Glorification of the Servant of God

LUISA PICCARRETA

Oh august and Most Holy Trinity, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, we praise and thank You for the gift of the holiness of Your faithful servant Luisa Piccarreta. She lived, Oh Father, in Your Divine Will, becoming under the action  of the Holy Spirit, in conformity with Your Son,  obedient even to the death on the cross, victim and host pleasing to You,  thus cooperating in the work of Redemption of mankind. 

Her virtues of obedience, humility, supreme love for Christ and the Church,  lead us to ask You for the gift of her glorification on earth,  so that Your Glory may shine before all, and Your Kingdom of truth, justice and love,  may spread all over the world in the particular charisma of the

Fiat Voluntas tua sicut in Caelo et in terra. 

We appeal to her merits to obtain from You, Most Holy Trinity the particular grace for which we pray to You with the intention to fulfill Your Divine Will.  Amen.

 +Archbishop Givoan Battista Pichierri

Three Glory be,

Our Father

Queen of all Saints, pray for us.

  Trani, October 29, 2005

THE VIRGIN MARY IN THE KINGDOM OF THE DIVINE WILL – DAY 26

 The Virgin Mary in the Kingdom of the Divine Will

 From the writings of the Servant of God, Luisa Piccarreta

Meditations for the Month of May 

Prayer to the Celestial Queen for each day of the month of May

Immaculate Queen, my Celestial Mother, I come onto your maternal knees to abandon myself in your arms as your dear child, and to ask of You, with the most ardent sighs – in this month consecrated to You – the greatest of graces: that You admit me to live in the Kingdom of the Divine Will.

Holy Mama, You who are the Queen of this Kingdom, admit me to live in It as your child, that It may no longer be deserted, but populated by your children. Therefore, Sovereign Queen, I entrust myself to You, that You may lead my steps into the Kingdom of the Divine Will; and clinging to your maternal hand, You will lead all of my being to live perennial life in the Divine Will. You will be my Mama, and to You, my Mama, do I give my will, that You may exchange it with the Divine Will, and so I may be sure I will not go out of Its Kingdom. Therefore I beg You to illumine me in order to make me comprehend what ‘Will of God’ means.

Hail Mary…

Little Sacrifice of the Month:

Each morning, midday and night – three times a day – let us go onto the knees of our Celestial Mama, and say to Her: “My Mama, I love You; and You – love me, and give a sip of Divine Will to my soul. Give me your blessing, that I may do all of my actions under your maternal gaze.

 Day Twenty-six

The Queen of Heaven in the Kingdom of the Divine Will. The Hour of Sorrow approaches. Painful Separation. Jesus in His Public and Apostolic Life.

 The soul to her Celestial Mama:

 Here I come again to You, my Queen Mama. Today, my love of daughter toward You makes me run to be spectator of the time when my sweet Jesus, separating from You, goes on His way to form His apostolic life in the midst of creatures. Holy Mama, I know You will suffer very much; each moment of separation from Jesus will cost You your life; and I, your child, do not want to leave You alone. I want to dry your tears, and with my company, I want to break your loneliness; and as we remain together, You will continue to give me your beautiful lessons on the Divine Will.

 Lesson of the Queen of Heaven:

 My dearest child, your company will be very pleasing to Me, because in you I will feel the first gift that Jesus gives Me – a gift made of pure love, produced by His sacrifice and mine; a gift which will cost Me the life of my Son.

Now, pay attention to Me and listen. Listen, my child: a new life of sorrow, of loneliness and of long separations from my Highest Good, Jesus, begins for your Mama. His hidden life is ended, and He feels the irresistible need of love to go out in public, to make Himself known, and to go in search of man, lost in the maze of his will, and prey to all evils. Dear Saint Joseph had already died; Jesus was leaving, and I remained alone in the little house.

When my beloved Jesus asked Me for the obedience to leave – because He did nothing without first telling Me – I felt a blow in my Heart, but knowing that that was the Supreme Will, immediately I pronounced my Fiat – I did not hesitate one instant; and with the Fiat of my Son, and my own, We separated. In the ardor of our love, He blessed Me, and He left Me. I accompanied Him with my gaze while I could, and then, withdrawing, I abandoned Myself in that Divine Will which was my life. But – oh, power of the Divine Fiat! This Holy Will never let Me lose sight of my Son, nor did He lose Me; on the contrary, I felt His heartbeat in mine, and Jesus felt mine in His.

Dear child, I had received my Son from the Divine Volition, and whatever this Holy Will gives, is not subject either to end or to suffer separation – Its gifts are permanent and eternal. Therefore my Son was mine; no one could take Him away from Me – neither death, nor sorrow, nor separation – because the Divine Will had given Him to Me. Our separation was the appearance, but in reality We were fused together; more so, since one was the Will which animated Us. How could We separate?

Now, you must know that the light of the Divine Will allowed Me to see how badly and with how much ingratitude they treated my Son. He directed His step toward Jerusalem; His first visit was to the holy temple, in which He began the series of His preachings. But, what sorrow! His word which was full of life, bearer of peace, of love and of order, was misinterpreted and badly listened to – especially by the erudite and the learned of those times. And when my Son said that He was the Son of God, the Word of the Father, the One who had come to save them, they took such offense that they wanted to devour Him with their furious gazes. Oh, how my beloved Good, Jesus, suffered! His creative word, rejected, made Him feel the death which they gave to His divine word, and I was all attentive, all eyes, in looking at that divine Heart, bleeding, and I offered Him my maternal Heart to receive the same wounds, to console Him, and to give Him support when He was in the act of succumbing. Oh, how many times, after imparting His word, I saw Him forgotten by all, without anyone who would offer Him a refreshment; alone – alone, outside of the city walls; outside, under the vault of the starry sky, leaning on a tree, crying and praying for the salvation of all! And I, your Mama, dear child, cried with Him from my little house; and in the light of the Divine Fiat, I sent Him my tears as refreshment, my chaste embraces and my kisses as comfort.

But in seeing Himself rejected by the great, the learned, my beloved Son did not stop, nor could He stop. His love ran, because He wanted souls. So He surrounded Himself with the poor, the afflicted, the sick, the lame, the blind, the mute, and with many other maladies by which the poor creatures were oppressed – all of them images of the many evils which the human will had produced in them. And dear Jesus healed everyone; He consoled and instructed everyone. So He became the friend, the father, the doctor, the master of the poor.

My child, one can say that the poor shepherds were the ones who received Him with their visits at His birth, and the poor were those who followed Him in the last years of His life down here, unto His death. In fact, the poor, the ignorant, are more simple, they are less attached to their own judgment, and therefore more favored, more blessed, and preferred by my dear Son; so much so, that He chose poor fishermen as apostles and pillars of the future Church.

Now, dearest child, if I wanted to tell you all that my Son and I did and suffered during these three years of His public life, I would be too long. What I recommend to you is that in everything you may do and suffer, you let the Divine Fiat be your first and last act. In the Fiat I separated from my Son, and the Fiat gave Me the strength to make the sacrifice. In the same way, if you enclose everything in the eternal Fiat, you will find strength for everything, even in the pains that cost you your life. Therefore, give your word to your Mama, that you will let yourself be found always in the Divine Will. In this way, you too will feel your inseparability from Me and from our Highest Good, Jesus.

 The soul:

 Most sweet Mama, how I compassionate You in seeing You suffer so much! O please, I beg You, pour your tears and those of Jesus into my soul, to reorder it and enclose it in the Divine Fiat.

 Little Sacrifice:

 Today, to honor Me, you will give Me all your pains as company to my loneliness, and in each pain you will place an “I love You” for Me and for your Jesus, to repair for those who do not want to listen to the teachings of Jesus.

 Ejaculatory Prayer:

Divine Mama, may your word and that of Jesus descend into my heart and form in me the Kingdom of the Divine Will

Prayer For the Glorification of the Servant of God

LUISA PICCARRETA

Oh august and Most Holy Trinity, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, we praise and thank You for the gift of the holiness of Your faithful servant Luisa Piccarreta. She lived, Oh Father, in Your Divine Will, becoming under the action  of the Holy Spirit, in conformity with Your Son,  obedient even to the death on the cross, victim and host pleasing to You,  thus cooperating in the work of Redemption of mankind. 

Her virtues of obedience, humility, supreme love for Christ and the Church,  lead us to ask You for the gift of her glorification on earth,  so that Your Glory may shine before all, and Your Kingdom of truth, justice and love,  may spread all over the world in the particular charisma of the

Fiat Voluntas tua sicut in Caelo et in terra. 

We appeal to her merits to obtain from You, Most Holy Trinity the particular grace for which we pray to You with the intention to fulfill Your Divine Will.  Amen.

 +Archbishop Givoan Battista Pichierri

Three Glory be,

Our Father

Queen of all Saints, pray for us.

  Trani, October 29, 2005