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The scent of mercy

Message for Homosexuals - 2ND April 2009

Dear children,
I have been sent to this world to stoke the flame of love lit by my Son. He continuously extends his hands pierced by nails towards a suffering humanity. But men fill them with hypocrisy, thereby driving those painful, rusty nails through his wounded hands once again.
And yet my Son bears all because He too has experienced the suffering that grips mankind, and before such suffering He continues to give in because He can do nothing else but open His aching hands so we can smell the scent of His mercy.
And you, my dear children, how many times have you experienced the fruit of contempt, and there is no contempt worse than that which is accompanied by hypocrisy.
But I invite you: come under my mantle and I will take you along a steep and healing path towards Jesus, that man, who with his great, profound and endless love, cannot forget any living being in the world.
In His heart, which throbs, warms and slakes our thirst, there is room for those who fall at his feet. He feels the beating heart of everyone in the world. And, even if nothing more of their material being remains, they are still present in His heart, ready to live again in joy and not in suffering. Come with me and we will go towards the Cross of my Son. He is waiting to embrace you. I bring you His smile.


Psalm 38 (37), 9-13:

I am feeble and utterly crushed;
I groan in anguish of heart.

All my longings lie open before you, Lord;
my sighing is not hidden from you.
My heart pounds, my strength fails me;
even the light has gone from my eyes.
My friends and companions avoid me because of my wounds;
my neighbors stay far away.

Those who want to kill me set their traps,
those who would harm me talk of my ruin;
all day long they scheme and lie.