Pity, Mercy, Compassion
See also: Forgiveness, to Forgive.
Jesus says to Jude speaking about Judas: "(...) I love this Soul that is shapeless. It is the one that makes me pity more than any other... precisely because it is shapeless."[1]
In "The Gospel as It Was Revealed to Me"
- Jesus rebukes Jude who criticizes Judas: Do you think you have the right to censor all his Actions? Do you feel perfect enough to do that? I remind you that I, your Master, do not do that, because I love this shapeless Soul. It is the one that makes me pity more than any other... precisely because it is shapeless.[2]
- The better one is, the more pity one has for the guilty (comments on the Woman adultery).[3]
- The compassion of Mary: Her spiritual childbirth anguish: She says: "But, believe me, my daughter, there never was and never will be a torment of childbirth like my childbirth as a Martyr of a spiritual Maternity accomplished on the hardest bed: that of my cross, at the foot of the gallows of my Son who was dying.
What mother is forced to generate in such a way, and to mix the torment of her entrails tearing apart upon hearing the cry of her Creature agonizing with the internal tearing for having to overcome the horror of having to say: 'I love you. Come to me who am your Mother' to the murderers of her Son (...)."[4] - Thanks to her pity and her Love: All suffering eases on Mary’s breast: Elizabeth says to her: "Let me put my hands on your breast." "Oh! if in your suffering you always asked me that!" (...) "And all pain calms down and all hope blossoms and all grace flows for those who come to me and lay their head on my breast."[5]
- Our Mother in Heaven never ceases to pray for us, in communion with the pity of Heaven: "I pray for you. Remember that. The beatitude of being in Heaven, living in the radiance of God, does not make me forget my children who suffer on earth. And I pray. The entire Heaven prays, because Heaven loves. Heaven is living charity. And Charity has pity for you.
But, if it were only me, it would already be a sufficient prayer for the needs of those who hope in God, since I never stop praying for all of you: saints and depraved, to give the saints joy, to give the wicked the repentance that saves."
"Come, come, my children of my pain. I await you at the foot of the Cross to give you grace."[6]
In other sources
- "Treatise on Indulgences"[7] Catholic Church (Enchiridion Indulgentiarum).