The Servant of God, Luisa Piccarreta

J.M.J.

Fiat! – In Voluntate Dei!

My good and dear Mother in the Divine Volition,

Thank you for your wishes; I return them to you from the heart.  But the most beautiful wish I can send you is that your will rise again in the Divine Will, so that you may take your place of honor in the whole order of Creation, where God wants us to be.

My Mother, if we are not in the Divine Will, we are without a place, without a home, without means to live and to become saints.  If Jesus does not find His Will in us, He does not find the adaptable material to make us saints, nor can He make of us His faithful copy.  Therefore, my wish is that our will may rise again in His; in this way, you will give work to Jesus.  Oh, how happy He will be, and you too will feel His peace, confidence, love, and full abandonment in His arms.  You will feel safe, like a baby in the arms of her mama.  How happy you will be, and how happy will be dear Jesus!

My Mother, I cannot continue further.  I am really sick and almost unable to write; forgive me.  Return my wishes to Sister Remigia for me.  For now, I cannot answer her; but I recommend that she do not think of herself, because the thought of ourselves removes the thought of God from us, and takes away sanctity, making us grow sickly in good.

My sister kisses your hand and returns your wishes.  I leave you in the Divine Volition, and kissing your right hand, I say,

Most affectionately yours,

The little daughter of the Divine Will.

Corato, March 28, 1940

the Original Manuscript

The Virgin Mary in the Kingdom of the Divine Will

In Voluntate Dei!

My good and reverend Mother,

(…) Now I feel the need to send you my Easter wishes.  My Mother, what wish can I send you?  I know that crosses surround you; how many times you have to swallow bitter pills, that make your heart bleed.  It seems to me that dear Jesus surrounds you with these pains in order to give you strength, and with tender and loving voice, He says to you:  “My daughter, give these pains to Me, that they may form my arms, my heart, my steps – my whole Life, to be able to live within you.”  My Mother, it is the crosses, the sufferings united to the Divine Volition, that form the raw material in order to receive in us the life of Jesus, Who calls our littleness to live in Him and to rise in Him. 

Here is my wish, my Mother:  to rise not only on Easter, but continually in Jesus; so that every pain and each one of our acts, may be the means in order to rise in the One Who loves us so much.  I believe I could not send you a more beautiful wish; and I believe you will appreciate it, more so, under the rain of unheard-of crosses and of profound humiliations.  The storms give no sign of ceasing.  Pray that He will make peace rise again from the storms, otherwise one cannot live.

My sister tells you many things and sends you her affectionate wishes.  In a special way, I send my wishes to Sister Remigia, that she may form her perfect resurrection in the Divine Will, and use every act does in order to grow in sanctity.  We must be convinced that not the great things make us saints, but the little ones, which we have in our power and which serve as the nourishment of sanctity.  I commend myself to your prayers, and leaving you rising together with Jesus, I kiss your right hand and with a thousand regards, united to my sister, I say,

The little daughter of the Divine Will.

Corato, April 5, 1939

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from the Barnhard Post (click here for original website)

The rotors are spinning at full speed, the manure is loaded into the trebuchet and the slack is out of the firing trigger.

Nervous? Troubled? Afraid? Don’t be. There is Someone who is thoroughly in charge. And no, it ain’t Valerie Putin or Vladimir Jarret. (Yes, you should be laughing. It’s okay.)

Deep breath. Read this and remember it tomorrow and next week. Your sanity may depend on it.

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And Jesus came and touched them: and said to them, Arise, and fear not.
-Matthew 17:7

There are 100,000,000,000 (100 billion) stars in our galaxy.

It is estimated that there are 100,000,000,000 (100 billion) galaxies in the universe.

That means that there are 10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 (10 sextillion) stars in the universe, or so I estimate.

Our sun, which we will consider an average star, burns 607,000,000 (607 million) tons of hydrogen per second in fusion reactions.

If we take the 10 sextillion stars in the universe multiplied by an average hydrogen burn of 607 million tons per star per second, we get a universal hydrogen burn of:

6,070,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 (6.07 nontillion) tons of hydrogen per second.

1 gram of hydrogen contains 602,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 (602 sextillion) atoms. Remember “moles” from chemistry class?

There are 454 grams in a pound.

There are 2000 pounds in a ton.

Therefore, there are 908,000 grams in a ton.

If we take the 602 sextillion atoms in one gram of hydrogen and multiply that by 908,000 grams per ton, we get:

546,616,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 (546 octillion) hydrogen atoms per ton.

Multiply the 546 octillion atoms per ton by the universal hydrogen burn of 6.07 nontillion tons per second, and you get:

3,317,959,120,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 (3.318 novemdecillion) atoms of hydrogen consumed every second in the universe.

Because every fusion reaction is fusing 2 atoms of hydrogen into one atom of helium (plus an energy yield), we divide 3.318 novemdecillion by 2 and get:

1,658,979,560,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 (1.659 novemdecillion) fusion reactions per second in the universe.

God is specifically and infinitely conscious of every single one of those fusion reactions because He is the cause, driver and sustenance of every single one of them. If He doesn’t will it or permit it, it doesn’t happen.

This is the same God that spends every nanosecond of your life in a state of burning, aching, consuming love for YOU. Correction. He didn’t start loving you when your life began. He has loved you FOR ALL ETERNITY. There has literally never been a “time” when He didn’t love you. This is the same God that is so desperately and – dare I say it – pathetically in love with you that He died for you. In fact, He let YOU kill Him, because that was the only way that His love could be consummated.  It had to be. And He knew it had to be that way from all eternity. And He still willed you into existence and knit you together atom by atom, cell by cell, in you mother’s womb WHILE He was driving 1.659 novemdecillion fusion reactions per second – just so you could maybe look up into the night sky and see this:

The Perseus Cluster.
Every point of light in this image is NOT one star, but one GALAXY.

Please remember this the next time you see Him.