From the writings of Sister Josefa Menendez...

 2nd March 1923

Humble yourself Josefa, Kiss the ground, and never resist My Will. Now write for My souls.

Into how many hearts defiled by sin would I not have to enter..and how often this profanation of My Body and Blood would serve for their ultimate condemnation. Sacrileges and outrages, and all the nameless abominations to be committed against me passed before My eyes..the long lonely hours of the day and of the night in which I would remain alone on the altars.. and the multitudes who would not heed the appeals of My Heart....Ah Josefa, let the thoughts of My Heart sink deep into yours.

t is love for souls that keeps Me a prisoner in the Blessed Sacrament. I stay there that all may come and find the comfort they need in the tenderest of Hearts, the best of Fathers, the most faithful of friends, who will never abandon them.

The Holy Eucharist is the invention of Love. Yet how few souls correspond to that Love which spends and consumes itself for them! I live in the midst of sinners that I may be their life, their  physician, and the remedy of the diseases bred by corrupt nature. And in return they forsake, insult and despise Me!

Poor pitiable sinners, do not turn away from Me. Day and night I am on the watch for you in the tabernacle. I will not reproach you...I will not cast your sins in your face...But I will wash them in My Blood and in My Wounds, No need to be afraid.... Come to Me....If you but knew how dearly I Love you.

And you dear souls, why this coldness and indifference on your part? Do I not know that family cares, household concerns and the requirements of your position in life make continual calls upon you? But cannot you spare a few minutes in which to come and prove your affection and your gratitude? Do not allow yourselves to be involved in useless and incessant cares, but spare a few moments to unite and receive this prisoner of Love!

Were you weak or ill in body surely you would find time to see a doctor who would cure you? Come then, to the One who is able to give both strength and health to your soul, and bestow the alms of love on this Divine Prisoner who watches for you, calls for you and longs to see you at His side.

When about to institute the Blessed Sacrament, Josefa, these were My feelings, but I have not yet told you what My Heart felt at the thought of My chosen souls; My religious, My priests..but I will tell you this later on.

First Saturday 3rd March 1923

I want to tell you this, that My best-loved and specially favoured souls, My Priests and My consecrated nuns, may learn it through you. If their infidelities wound Me deeply, their love consoles and delights My Heart to such a degree that I so to speak forget the sins of many others on their account.

4th March 1923

If you want to console Me, now is the time. Tonight, very near here, they are holding a meeting in which I shall be much insulted.

Offer yourself as a victim in such a way as to make reparation for the outrages committed by these souls. Poor souls!...How they sin against Me! How will they manage to keep out of that place?

"O My Father! Whilst these sinners offend Thy Sovereign Majesty and furiously outrage the Blood of Thy Son, look upon this willing victim which united to My Heart, suffers and makes reparation. Deign to receive her sufferings in union with My Merits. O Father of all Goodness."

Now let Me plunge your soul in the bitterness that is in My Heart.

6th March 1923

I am going to reveal to you the greatest mystery of My Love...of Love for My chosen...consecrated souls. Begin by kissing the ground...

When about to institute the Holy Eucharist I saw the privileged throng who would be nourished by My Body and Blood; some would find there the remedy for their shortcomings, others consuming fire for their imperfections...I likewise saw them gathered around Me as in a garden, each separately rejoicing Me with her flowers and their scent.

As a vivifying sun, My Sacred Body gave them life, and warmed their cold hearts.. to some I went for comfort, to others for refuge, to others again for rest, would that all these cherished souls knew how easily they could console Me, harbour Me, or give rest to Me their God.

It is this infinitely loving God who after freeing you from the slavery of sin has given you the incomparable grace of your vocation and has mysteriously attracted you into the enclosed garden of His delights.This God Who is Your Savior has made Himself your Bridegroom.

And He Himself feeds you with His Immaculate Flesh, and slakes your thirst with His Blood. If you are sick He will be your physician, come to Him He will cure you. If you are cold, come to Him, He will warm you. In Him you will find rest and happiness, so do not wander away from Him, for He is life, and when He asks you to comfort Him, do not sadden Him by a refusal.

Alas, what sorrow it is to see so many who have been endowed with My choicest graces become a cause of pain to My Sacred Heart! Am I not always the same? Have I changed?...No, My love is unalterable and will endure to the end of time with the same tenderness and predilection

That you are unworthy I well know; but not for that do I turn away from you. On the contrary, with anxious solicitude I look for your coming, that I may not only ease your troubles, but also grant you many favors.

If I ask your love, do not refuse it. It is so easy to love-Love Itself. If I should ask you for things that cost, know that at the same time I will give you all the grace and strength you need to conquer yourself.

I hope to find in you My comfort, therefore have I chosen you. Open your whole soul to Me, and if you are conscious of having nothing worthy of Me, say with humility and trust "LORD THOU KNOWEST BOTH THE FLOWERS AND FRUITS OF MY GARDEN...COME TEACH ME HOW I MAY GROW-WHAT WILL PLEASE THEE MOST." To one who speaks to Me this way and has a genuine desire of showing love, I answer "BELOVED, IF SUCH IS YOUR DESIRE, SUFFER ME TO GROW THEM FOR YOU...LET ME CLEAR THE GROUND OF THOSE SINEWY ROOTS THAT OBSTRUCT IT AND WHICH YOU HAVE NOT THE STRENGTH TO PULL UP....MAY BE I SHALL ASK YOU TO GIVE UP CERTAIN TASTES, OR SACRIFICE SOMETHING IN YOUR CHARACTER..DO SOME ACT OF CHARITY, OF PATIENCE, OR SELF DENIAL...OR PERHAPS, PROVE YOUR LOVE BY ZEAL, OBEDIENCE OR ABNEGATION. ALL SUCH DEEDS HELP TO FERTILIZE THE SOIL OF YOUR SOUL, WHICH THEN WILL BE ABLE TO PRODUCE THE FLOWERS AND FRUITS I LOOK FOR....

Your self conquest will obtain light for a sinner. Your ready patience under provocation will heal the wounds he inflicted on Me, will repair for his offence and expiate his fault...a reproof accepted patiently and even with joy will obtain for a sinner blinded by pride the grace to let light penetrate his soul and the courage to beg humbly.

All this I will do for you if you will give Me freedom. Then will blossoms grow quickly in your soul, and you will be the consolations of My Heart.

Yes, My beloved even your falls comfort Me. Do not be discouraged, for this act of humility which your fault drew from you has consoled Me more than if you had not fallen. Take courage; go forth steadily and let me train you.

All this was present to Me when I instituted the Blessed Sacrament, and My heart glowed with desire to become the food for just souls. f I have taken up My abode among men it is not merely to live among the perfect, but to uphold the weak, and sustain the lowly. I will make them grow and become strong. Their good resolves will be My solace and I will rest in their wretcheness.

But there are some among these chosen souls who will inflict sorrow on Me? For will they all persevere?

Such is the cry of grief that breaks from My Heart..I want souls to hear it.Enough for today Josefa. Farewell. You comfort Me when you entrust yourself entirely to Me. Let Me tell you My Secrets for souls, sinceI cannot speak to them thus every day. Let Me make use of you while you are still alive.

7th March 1923

Write today concerning the pain endured by My Heart, when being constrained by the fire that consumed it, I devised the marvel of love, The Holy Eucharist. And while I looked at those many souls that would feed on this Heavenly Bread, I could not but see also the indifference by which so many others... consecrated souls...priests..would wound Me in this Sacrament. These were those who would grow cold...gradually yield to routine..and worse than routine...to weariness and lassitude and, little by little to tepidity...still, I wait all night and watch and watch in the Tabernacle for that soul...Fervently hoping that she will come and receive Me..that she will converse with Me with all the trust of a bride...telling Me, of her sorrows, her temptations, her sufferings...asking My advice and begging for the graces she needs for herself or others...perhaps she  has dependant on her or in her family souls that are in danger and far from Me?... Come I say to her..let us discuss everything with perfect freedom...Be concerned about sinners..offer yourself to make reparation

Promise Me that at least today you will not leave Me alone..then see if My Heart is not asking something more of you to comfort It..This is what I hoped to obtain from that soul in Holy Communion-she barely says a word to Me..She is distracted, tired, or put out.by. her occupations...family cares, acquaintances or may be anxiety for her health. She does not know what to say to Me..She is indifferent,bored..wishes it were time to go...It is thus that you receive Me, O soul whom I have chosen and for whom I have watched with all the impatience of Love throughout the life long night?

Yes, I yearned for her coming that I might rest in her and share her anxieties....I had prepared fresh graces for her but she has nothing to ask of Me, neither advice or strength....she just complains to herself without so much as addressing Me.

It seems then that she has come simply out of routine, to go through a customary formality, or perhaps because no grave sin prevented it. But it is not love or true desire for close union with Me that has impelled her coming. Alas that soul does not possess the delicate love I had hoped to find in her. And priests?..who can express all that I expect from each of My Priests...They are all invested with My own power, that they may forgive sin...I Myself am obedient to their word when they summon Me from Heaven to earth..I am totally surrendered into their hands; they may confine Me to the Tabernacle or give Me to the faithful in Holy Communion.

They are so to say, My almoners. To each I have entrusted souls that by their preaching, their direction and above all their example, they may guide them in the path of virtue. What response do they make? Do they all fulfill Love's mission? Will this My minister at the altar confide the souls of his charge to Me today? Will he make reparation to Me for the offenses I receive, the secret of which has been entrusted to him? Will he entreat of Me the strength he needs to carry out in holiness his sacred ministry? Zeal to work for the salvation of souls. Courage in self sacrifice, more today than yesterday! Will he give Me all the love I expect and shall I be able to rely entirely on him as on My dear and well beloved disciple? O what cruel sorrow for My Heart, when I am forced to say: 'The world wounds Me in My Hands and in My Feet and it sullies My Countenance...My chosen souls and My consullies, My consecrated religious, My priests, after giving back grace to many souls are themselves in a state of sin. How many say Mass thus..receive Me thus..live and die thus!

Now you know what anguished oppressed Me at the Last Supper when I saw in the midst of the Twelve the first unfaithful apostle and after him so many more who would follow him in the course of ages.

The Blessed Sacrament is the invention of Love. It is life and fortitude for souls, a remedy for every fault, and via,cum for the last passage from time to eternity. In it sinners recover life for their souls; tepid souls true warmth; fervent souls, tranquility and the satisfaction of every longing... saintly souls, wings to fly towards perfection... pure souls, sweet honey and rarest sustenance. Consecrated souls find in its dwelling, their love and their life. In it they will seek and find the perfect examples of those sacred bonds that unite them inseparably to their heavenly Bride Groom.

Indeed O consecrated souls, you will find a perfect symbol of your vow of poverty in the small, round light and smooth Host; for so must the soul that professes poverty be: No angles, that is to say, no petty natural affections, either for things used nor for her employments, nor for family or country, but she must ever be ready to leave, or give up or change. Her heart must be free, with no attachments whatsoever.

This by no means signifies insensibility of heart; no, for the more it loves the more it will preserve the integrity of the vow of the poverty. What is essential for religious souls, is first that they should possess nothing without the permission and approbation of Superiors, and  secondly that they should possess and love nothing that they are not ready to give up at the first sign. Later Josefa, I will tell you the rest.

Romans 8:38-39

For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.