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\"P_Web<\/a>St. Annibale said of this Novena:<\/div>\n
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\u201c\u2026I also tell you that in reading the nine Exercises of Christmas, of which we have already prepared the proofs, one remains astounded at the immense Love and the immense suffering of Our Blessed Lord Jesus Christ for love of us, and for the salvation of souls.\u00a0 I have never read in any other book on this topic a Revelation so touching and penetrating!\u201d\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong>
\nSt. Annibale Maria Di Francia\u00a0Feb. 14, 1927<\/em><\/p>\n

May we all come to know and love Our Lord, Our Lady and all our brothers\u00a0more and more, and prepare well for the coming of Jesus Who yearns to Reign in our hearts!<\/p>\n

Fiat Voluntas Tua!<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Preparation for Holy Christmas during the Season of Advent<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Nine Excesses of Love in the Incarnation of the Word
\n<\/strong>by Luisa Piccarreta, the Little Daughter of the Divine Will<\/i><\/p>\n

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Let us prepare ourselves for the Great Feast of Holy Christmas by meditating on the Mystery of the Incarnation of the Word, attentively and continuously, during the Season of Advent, with the Christmas Novena (the Nine Excesses of Love) which Luisa did for the first time at the age of seventeen, and which she never abandoned during the course of her life.<\/p>\n

Here below is a suggested schedule of meditation.<\/strong><\/p>\n

First, let us focus on each Excess of Love for one week, during nine consecutive weeks, by reading and meditating on them each day, ever more closely and deeply.<\/p>\n

This will help us to prepare ourselves for the final nine days before Christmas, in which we will repeat the Novena.<\/p>\n

May God grant us abundant graces, light and consuming love, to be reborn with Him in the Life of the Divine Will.\u00a0 Amen.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Meditation<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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Theme<\/h4>\n<\/td>\n

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Week<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

I Excess of Love<\/td>\nTrinitarian Love<\/td>\nOctober 14 – 20<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
II Excess of Love<\/td>\nConstrained Love<\/td>\nOctober 21 \u2013 27<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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III Excess of Love<\/h1>\n<\/td>\n

Devouring Love<\/td>\nOctober 28 \u2013 Nov 3<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
IV Excess of Love<\/td>\nOperative Love<\/td>\nNovember 4 \u2013 10<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
V Excess of Love<\/td>\nLonely Love<\/td>\nNovember 11 \u2013 17<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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VI Excess of Love<\/h1>\n<\/td>\n

Imprisoned Love<\/td>\nNovember 18 \u2013 24<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
VII Excess of Love<\/td>\nUnrequited Love<\/td>\nNov 25 \u2013 Dec 1<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
VIII Excess of Love<\/td>\nSupplicating Love<\/td>\nDecember 2 \u2013 8<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
IX Excess of Love<\/td>\nAgonizing Love<\/td>\nDecember 9 – 15<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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Day<\/h2>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

I Excess of Love<\/td>\nTrinitarian Love<\/td>\nDecember 16<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
II Excess of Love<\/td>\nConstrained Love<\/td>\nDecember 17<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
III Excess of Love<\/td>\nDevouring Love<\/td>\nDecember 18<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
IV Excess of Love<\/td>\nOperative Love<\/td>\nDecember 19<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
V Excess of Love<\/td>\nLonely Love<\/td>\nDecember 20<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
VI Excess of Love<\/td>\nImprisoned Love<\/td>\nDecember 21<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
VII Excess of Love<\/td>\nUnrequited Love<\/td>\nDecember 22<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
VIII Excess of Love<\/td>\nSupplicating Love<\/td>\nDecember 23<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
IX Excess of Love<\/td>\nAgonizing Love<\/td>\nDecember 24<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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HOLY CHRISTMAS<\/h3>\n<\/td>\n

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THE BIRTH OF JESUS<\/h3>\n<\/td>\n

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DECEMBER 25<\/h3>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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Christmas Novena<\/h1>\n

From the Writings of Luisa Piccarreta<\/h2>\n

Volume 1<\/h2>\n

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Luisa:\u00a0 \u201cWith a Novena of Holy Christmas, at the age of about seventeen, I prepared myself for the Feast of Holy Christmas, by practicing various acts of virtue and mortification; and, especially, by honoring the nine months which Jesus spent in the maternal womb with nine hours of meditation each day, always concerning the mystery of the Incarnation.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

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FIRST EXCESS OF LOVE<\/p>\n

As for example, for one hour, with my thought, I brought myself to Paradise, and I imagined the Most Holy Trinity:\u00a0 the Father, sending the Son upon earth; the Son, promptly obeying the Will of the Father; the Holy Spirit, consenting.<\/p>\n

My mind was confused in contemplating a mystery so great, a love so reciprocal, so equal, so strong among Themselves and toward men; and then, the ingratitude of men, and especially my own.\u00a0 I would have remained there, not for one hour, but for the whole day; but an interior voice told me:\u00a0 \u201cEnough \u2013 come and see other greater excesses of my love.\u201d<\/p>\n

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SECOND EXCESS OF LOVE<\/p>\n

Then, my mind brought itself into the maternal womb, and remained stupefied in considering a God so great in Heaven, now so annihilated, restricted, constrained, as to be unable to move, and almost even to breathe.<\/p>\n

The interior voice told me:\u00a0 \u201cDo you see how much I have loved you?\u00a0 O please, make Me a little space in your heart; remove everything which is not Mine, so you will give Me more freedom to move and to breathe.\u201d<\/p>\n

My heart was consumed; I asked for His forgiveness, I promised to be completely His own, I poured myself out in crying; but \u2013 I say this to my confusion \u2013 I would go back to my usual defects.\u00a0 Oh Jesus, how good You are with this miserable creature!<\/p>\n

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THIRD EXCESS OF LOVE<\/p>\n

As I moved on from the second to the third meditation, an interior voice told me:\u00a0 \u201cMy daughter, place your head upon the womb of my Mama, and look deep into it at my little Humanity.\u00a0 My love devoured Me; the fires, the oceans, the immense seas of love of my Divinity inundated Me, burned Me to ashes, and sent their flames so high as to rise and reach everywhere – all generations, from the first to the last man.\u00a0 My little Humanity was devoured in the midst of such flames; but do you know what my eternal love wants Me to devour?\u00a0 Ah!\u00a0 Souls!\u00a0 And only then was I content, when I devoured them all, to remain conceived with Me.\u00a0 I was God, and I was to operate as God – I had to take them all.\u00a0 My love would have given Me no peace, had I excluded any of them.\u00a0 Ah!\u00a0 My daughter, look well into the womb of my Mama; fix well your eyes on my conceived Humanity, and you will find your soul conceived with Me, and the flames of my love that devour you.\u00a0 Oh!\u00a0 How much I loved you, and I do love you!\u201d<\/p>\n

I felt dissolved in the midst of so much love, nor was I able to go out of it; but a voice called me loudly, saying:\u00a0 \u201cMy daughter, this is nothing yet; cling more tightly to Me, and give your hands to my dear Mama, that She may hold you to her maternal womb.\u00a0 And you, take another look at my little conceived Humanity, and watch the fourth excess of my love.\u201d<\/p>\n

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FOURTH EXCESS OF LOVE<\/p>\n

\u201cMy daughter, from the devouring love, move on to look at my operative love.\u00a0 Each conceived soul brought Me the burden of her sins, of her weaknesses and passions, and my love commanded Me to take the burden of each one of them.\u00a0 And it conceived not only the souls, but the pains of each one, as well as the satisfaction which each one of them was to give to my Celestial Father.\u00a0 So my Passion was conceived together with Me.\u00a0 Look well at Me in the womb of my Celestial Mama.\u00a0 Oh!\u00a0 How tortured was my little Humanity.\u00a0 Look well at my little head, surrounded by a crown of thorns, which, pressed tightly around my temples, made rivers of tears pour out from my eyes; nor was I able to make a move to dry them.\u00a0 O Please! Be moved to compassion for Me, dry my eyes from so much crying – you, who have free arms to be able to do it.\u00a0 These thorns are the crown of the so many evil thoughts which crowd the human minds.\u00a0 Oh! How they prick Me, more than thorns which sprout from the earth.\u00a0 But, look again \u2013 what a long crucifixion of nine months:\u00a0 I could not move a finger or a hand or a foot.\u00a0 I was always immobile; there was no room to be able to move even a tiny bit.\u00a0 What a long and hard crucifixion, with the addition that all evil works, assuming the form of nails, continuously pierced my hands and feet.\u201d\u00a0 So He continued to narrate to me pains upon pains \u2013 all the martyrdoms of His little Humanity, such that, if I wanted to tell them all, I would be too long.<\/p>\n

I abandoned myself to crying, and I heard in my interior:\u00a0 \u201cMy daughter, I would like to hug you, but I am unable to do so – there is no room, I am immobile, I cannot do it.\u00a0 I would like to come to you, but I am unable to walk.\u00a0 For now, you hug Me and you come to Me; then, when I come out of the maternal womb, I will come to you.\u201d\u00a0 But as I hugged Him and squeezed Him tightly to my heart with my imagination, an interior voice told me:\u00a0 \u201cEnough for now, my daughter; move on to consider the fifth excess of my love.\u201d<\/p>\n

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FIFTH EXCESS OF LOVE<\/p>\n

And the interior voice continued:\u00a0 \u201cMy daughter, do not move away from Me, do not leave Me alone; my love wants your company.\u00a0 This is another excess of my love, which does not want to be alone.\u00a0 But do you know whose company it wants?\u00a0 That of the creature.\u00a0 See, in the womb of my Mama, all of\u00a0 the creatures are together with Me \u2013 conceived together with Me.\u00a0 I am with them, all love.\u00a0 I want to tell them how much I love them; I want to speak with them to tell them of my joys and sorrows – that I have come into their midst to make them happy and to console them; that I will remain in their midst as a little brother, giving my goods, my kingdom, to each one of them at the cost of my life.\u00a0 I want to give them my kisses and my caresses.\u00a0 I want to amuse myself with them, but \u2013 ah, how many sorrows they give Me!\u00a0 Some run away from Me, some play deaf and force Me into silence; some despise my goods and do not care about my kingdom, returning my kisses and caresses with indifference and obliviousness of Me, so they convert my amusement into bitter crying.\u00a0 Oh!\u00a0 How lonely I am, though in the midst of many.\u00a0 Oh! How loneliness weighs upon Me.\u00a0 I have no one to whom to say a word, with whom to pour Myself out, not even in love.\u00a0 I am always sad and taciturn, because if I speak, I am not listened to.\u00a0 Ah! My daughter, I beg you, I implore you, do not leave Me alone in so much loneliness; give Me the good of letting Me speak by listening to Me; lend your ear to my teachings.\u00a0 I am the master of masters.\u00a0 How many things do I want to teach you!\u00a0 If you listen to Me, you will stop my crying and I will amuse Myself with you.\u00a0 Don\u2019t you want to amuse yourself with Me?\u201d<\/p>\n

And as I abandoned myself in Him, giving Him my compassion in His loneliness, the interior voice continued:\u00a0 \u201cEnough, enough; move on to consider the sixth excess of my love.\u201d<\/p>\n

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SIXTH EXCESS OF LOVE<\/p>\n

\u201cMy daughter, come, pray my dear Mama to set aside a little space for you within her maternal womb, that you yourself may see the painful state in which I find Myself.\u201d\u00a0 So, in my thoughts, it seemed that our Queen Mama made me a little room to make Jesus content, and placed me in it.\u00a0 But the darkness was such that I could not see Him; I could only hear His breathing, while He continued to say in my interior:\u00a0 \u201cMy daughter, look at another excess of my love.\u00a0 I am the eternal light; the sun is a shadow of my light.\u00a0 But do you see where my love led Me – in what a dark prison I am?\u00a0 There is not a glimmer of light; it is always night for Me \u2013 but a night without stars, without rest.\u00a0 I am always awake\u2026what pain!\u00a0 The narrowness of this prison – without being able to make the slightest movement; the thick darkness\u2026; even my breathing, as I breathe through the breathing of my Mama \u2013 oh, how labored it is!\u00a0 To this, add the darkness of the sins of creatures.\u00a0 Each sin was a night for Me, and combined together they formed an abyss of darkness, with no boundaries.\u00a0 What pain!\u00a0 Oh, excess of my love – making Me pass from an immensity of light and space into an abyss of thick darkness, so narrow as to lose the freedom to breathe; and all this, for love of creatures.\u201d<\/p>\n

As He was saying this, He moaned – moans almost suffocated because of the lack of space; and He cried.\u00a0 I was consumed with crying.\u00a0 I thanked Him, I compassionated Him; I wanted to make Him a little light with my love, as He told me to.\u00a0 But who can say all?\u00a0 Then, the same interior voice added:\u00a0 \u201cEnough for now; move on to the seventh excess of my love.\u201d<\/p>\n

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SEVENTH EXCESS OF LOVE<\/p>\n

The interior voice continued:\u00a0 \u201cMy daughter, do not leave Me alone in so much loneliness and in so much darkness.\u00a0 Do not leave the womb of my Mama, so you may see the seventh excess of my love.\u00a0 Listen to Me:\u00a0 in the womb of my Celestial Father I was fully happy; there was no good which I did not possess; joy, happiness – everything was at my disposal.\u00a0 The angels adored Me reverently, hanging upon my every wish.\u00a0 Ah, excess of my love!\u00a0 I could say that it made Me change my destiny; it restrained Me within this gloomy prison; it stripped Me of all my joys, happinesses and goods, to clothe Me with all the unhappinesses of creatures \u2013 and all this in order to make an exchange, to give them my destiny, my joys and my eternal happiness.\u00a0 But this would have been nothing had I not found in them highest ingratitude and obstinate perfidy.\u00a0 Oh, how my eternal love was surprised in the face of so much ingratitude, and how it cried over the stubbornness and perfidy of man.\u00a0 Ingratitude was the sharpest thorn that pierced my heart, from my conception up to the last moment of my life.\u00a0 Look at my little heart – it is wounded, and pours out blood.\u00a0 What pain!\u00a0 What torture I feel!\u00a0 My daughter, do not be ungrateful to Me.\u00a0 Ingratitude is the hardest pain for your Jesus \u2013 it is to close the door in my face, leaving Me numb with cold. \u00a0But my love did not stop at so much ingratitude; it took the attitude of supplicating, imploring, moaning and begging love.\u00a0 This is the eighth excess of my love.\u201d<\/p>\n

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EIGHTH EXCESS OF LOVE<\/p>\n

\u201cMy daughter, do not leave Me alone; place your head upon the womb of my dear Mama, and even from the outside you will hear my moans and my supplications.\u00a0 In seeing that neither my moans nor my supplications move the creature to compassion for my love, I assume the attitude of the poorest of beggars; and stretching out my little hand, I ask – for pity\u2019s sake, and at least as alms – for their souls, for their affections and for their hearts.\u00a0 My love wanted to win over the heart of man at any cost; and in seeing that after seven excesses of my love, he was still reluctant, he played deaf, he did not care about Me and did not want to give himself to Me, my love wanted to push itself further.\u00a0 It should have stopped; but no, it wanted to overflow even more from within its boundaries; and from the womb of my Mama, it made my voice reach every heart, with the most insinuating manners, with the most fervent prayers, with the most penetrating words.\u00a0 And do you know what I said to them?\u00a0 \u2018My child, give me your heart; I will give you everything you want, provided that you give Me your heart in exchange.\u00a0 I have descended from Heaven to make a prey of it.\u00a0 O please, do not deny it to Me!\u00a0 Do not delude my hopes!\u2019\u00a0 And in seeing him reluctant \u2013 even more, many turned their backs to Me \u2013 I passed on to moaning; I joined my little hands and, crying, with a voice suffocated by sobs, I added:\u00a0 \u2018Ohh! Ohh! I am the little beggar; you don\u2019t want to give Me your heart – not even as alms?\u00a0 Is this not a greater excess of my love; that the Creator, in order to approach the creature, takes the form of a little baby so as not to strike fear in him; that He asks for the heart of the creature, at least as alms, and in seeing that he does not want to give it, He supplicates, moans and cries?\u201d<\/p>\n

Then I heard Him say:\u00a0 \u201cAnd you, don\u2019t you want to give Me your heart?\u00a0 Or maybe you too want Me to moan, beg and cry in order to give Me your heart?\u00a0 Do you want to deny Me the alms I ask of you?\u201d\u00a0 And as He was saying this I heard Him as though sobbing, and I:\u00a0 \u2018My Jesus, do not cry, I give You my heart and all of myself.\u2019\u00a0 Then, the interior voice continued:\u00a0 \u201cMove further; pass on to the ninth excess of my love.\u201d<\/p>\n

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NINETH EXCESS OF LOVE<\/p>\n

\u201cMy daughter, my state is ever more painful.\u00a0 If you love Me, keep your gaze fixed on Me, to see if you can offer some relief to your Jesus; a little word of love, a caress, a kiss, will give respite to my crying and to my afflictions.\u00a0 Listen my daughter, after I gave eight excesses of my love, and man requited them so badly, my love did not give up and wanted to add the ninth excess to the eighth.\u00a0 And this was yearnings, sighs of fire, flames of desire, for I wanted to go out of the maternal womb to\u00a0 embrace man.\u00a0 This reduced my little Humanity, not yet born, to such an agony as to reach the point of breathing my last.\u00a0 But as I was about to breathe my last, my Divinity, which was inseparable from Me, gave Me sips of life, and so I regained life to continue my agony, and return again to the point of death.\u00a0 This was the ninth excess of my love:\u00a0 to agonize and to die of love continuously for the creature.\u00a0 Oh! What a long agony of nine months!\u00a0 Oh! How love suffocated Me and made Me die.\u00a0 Had I not had the Divinity with Me, which gave Me life again every time I was about to finish, love would have consumed Me before coming out to the light of day.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then He added:\u00a0 \u201cLook at Me, listen to Me, how I agonize, how my heart beats, pants, burns.\u00a0 Look at Me – now I die.\u201d\u00a0 And He remained in deep silence.\u00a0 I felt like dying.\u00a0 My blood froze in my veins, and trembling, I said to Him:\u00a0 \u2018My Love, my Life, do not die, do not leave me alone.\u00a0 You want love, and I will love You; I will not leave You ever again.\u00a0 Give me your flames to be able to love You more, and be consumed completely for You.\u2019<\/p>\n

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THE BIRTH OF JESUS<\/p>\n

December 25, 1900\u00a0 Volume 4<\/p>\n

As I was in my usual state, I felt I was outside of myself; after wandering around, I found myself inside a cave, and I saw the Queen Mama in the act of giving birth to Little Baby Jesus.\u00a0 What a wonderful prodigy!\u00a0 It seemed that both Mother and Son were transmuted into most pure light.\u00a0 But in that light one could see very well the human nature of Jesus containing the Divinity within Itself, and serving as a veil to cover the Divinity; in such a way that, in tearing the veil of human nature, He was God, while covered by that veil, He was Man.\u00a0 Here is the prodigy of prodigies:\u00a0 God and Man, Man and God!\u00a0 Without leaving the Father and the Holy Spirit – because true love never separates – He comes to dwell in our midst, taking on human flesh.\u00a0 Now, it seemed to me that Mother and Son, in that most happy instant, remained as though spiritualized, and without the slightest difficulty Jesus came out of the Maternal womb, while both of them overflowed with excess of Love.\u00a0 In other words, those Most Pure Bodies were transformed into Light, and without the slightest impediment, Light Jesus came out of the Light of the Mother, while both One and the Other remained whole and intact, returning, then, to their natural state.<\/p>\n

Who can tell the beauty of the Little Baby who, at the moment of His birth, transfused, also externally, the rays of the Divinity?\u00a0 Who can tell the beauty of the Mother, who remained all absorbed in those Divine rays?\u00a0 And Saint Joseph?\u00a0 It seemed to me that he was not present at the act of the birth, but remained in another corner of the cave, all engrossed in that profound Mystery.\u00a0 And if he did not see with the eyes of the body, he saw very well with the eyes of the soul, because he remained enraptured in sublime ecstasy.<\/p>\n

Now, in the act in which the Little Baby came out to the light, I had wanted to fly and take Him in my arms, but the Angels prevented me, saying that the honor of holding Him first belonged to the Mother.\u00a0 Then, the Most Holy Virgin, as though stirred, returned into Herself and from the hands of an Angel received Her Son in Her arms.\u00a0 In Her ardor of love, She squeezed Him so tightly that it seemed that She wanted to draw Him into Her womb again.\u00a0 Then, wanting to let Her ardent love pour out, She placed Him at Her breast to suckle.\u00a0 In the meantime, I was completely annihilated, waiting to be called so as not to be scolded again by the Angels.\u00a0 Then the Queen said to me:\u00a0 \u201cCome, come and take your Beloved, and you too, enjoy Him – pour out your love with Him.\u201d\u00a0 As She was saying this, I drew near Mama, and She gave Him to me, into my arms.\u00a0 Who can say my contentment, the kisses, the squeezes, the tendernesses?\u00a0 After I poured myself out a little, I said to Him:\u00a0 \u2018My beloved, You have suckled the milk of our Mama, share it with me.\u2019\u00a0 And He, all condescending, poured part of that milk from His mouth into mine, and then He told me:\u00a0 \u201cMy beloved, I was conceived united to suffering, I was born to suffering, and I died in suffering.\u00a0 And with the three nails with which they crucified Me, I nailed the three powers – intellect, memory and will – of those souls who yearn to love Me, keeping them all drawn to Myself, because sin had rendered them infirm and dispersed from their Creator – without any restraint.\u201d\u00a0 As He was saying this, He gazed at the world and began to cry over its miseries.\u00a0 On seeing Him cry, I said:\u00a0 \u2018Lovable Baby, do not sadden with your tears a night so happy for one who loves you.\u00a0 Instead of pouring ourselves out in crying, let us pour ourselves out in singing\u2019; and as I said this, I began to sing.\u00a0 Jesus was amused at hearing me sing, and He stopped crying; and completing my verse, He sang His own, with a voice so powerful and harmonious that all other voices disappeared at the sound of His most sweet voice\u2026.<\/p>\n

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Appendix<\/p>\n

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From a letter of Blessed Annibale Maria di Francia to Luisa:<\/p>\n

J.M.J.A.<\/p>\n

Messina, February 14, 1927<\/p>\n

Most esteemed one in the Lord,<\/p>\n

\u2026I also tell you that in reading the nine Exercises of Christmas, of which we have already prepared the proofs, one remains astounded at the immense Love and the immense suffering of Our blessed Lord Jesus Christ for love of us, and for the salvation of souls.\u00a0 I have never read in any other book on this topic a Revelation so touching and penetrating!<\/p>\n

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From the Writings of Luisa:<\/p>\n

December 16, 1928\u00a0 Volume 25
\nThe nine excesses of Jesus in the Incarnation.\u00a0 Contentments of Jesus.\u00a0 His word is creation.\u00a0 Jesus sees the scenes of His love being repeated.\u00a0 Preludes of His Kingdom.<\/i><\/p>\n

I was doing my meditation, and since today it was the beginning of the Novena of Baby Jesus, I was thinking about the nine excesses of His Incarnation, which Jesus had narrated to me with so much tenderness, and which are written in the first Volume.\u00a0 I felt great reluctance at reminding the confessor about this, because, in reading them, he had told me that he wanted to read them in public in our chapel.<\/p>\n

Now, while I was thinking of this, my little Baby Jesus made Himself seen in my arms, so very little, caressing me with His tiny little hands, and saying to me:\u00a0 \u201cHow beautiful is my little daughter!\u00a0 How beautiful!\u00a0 How I must thank you for having listened to Me.\u201d<\/p>\n

And I:\u00a0 \u2018My Love, what are You saying?\u00a0 It is I who must thank You for speaking to me, and for giving me, with so much love, as my own teacher, so many lessons which I did not deserve.\u2019<\/p>\n

And Jesus:\u00a0 \u201cAh, my daughter!\u00a0 To how many do I want to speak, and they do not listen to Me, reducing Me to silence, and suffocating my flames.\u00a0 So, we must thank each other \u2013 you thank Me, and I thank you.\u00a0 And then, why do you want to oppose the reading of the nine excesses?\u00a0 Ah! You do not know how much life, how much love and grace they contain.\u00a0 You must know that my word is creation, and in narrating to you the nine excesses of my love in the Incarnation, I not only renewed the love I had in incarnating Myself, but I created new love in order to invest the creatures and conquer them, so that they would give themselves to Me.\u00a0 With these nine excesses of my love, manifested with so much love of tenderness and simplicity, I formed the prelude of the many lessons I was to give you about my Divine Fiat, in order to form Its Kingdom.\u00a0 And now, as you read them, my love is renewed and redoubled.\u00a0 Don\u2019t you want, then, that my love, being redoubled, overflow outside and invest other hearts, so that, as a prelude, they may dispose themselves for the lessons of my Will, to make It known and reign?\u201d (\u2026)<\/p>\n

Afterwards, the confessor was reading in the chapel the first excess of the love of Jesus in the Incarnation; and my sweet Jesus, from my interior, pricked up His ears in order to listen.\u00a0 And drawing me to Himself, He said to me:\u00a0 \u201cMy daughter, how happy I feel in listening to them.\u00a0 But my happiness increases in keeping you in this house of my Will, as both of us are listeners:\u00a0 I, of what I have told you, and you, of what you have heard from Me.\u00a0 My love swells, boils and overflows.\u00a0 Listen, listen \u2013 how beautiful it is!\u00a0 The word contains the breath, and in being spoken, the word carries the breath which, like air, goes around from mouth to mouth, and communicates the strength of my creative word.\u00a0 And so the new creation which my word contains descends into the hearts.<\/p>\n

Listen, my daughter:\u00a0 in Redemption I had the cortege of my Apostles, and I was in their midst, all love, in order to instruct them.\u00a0 I spared no toil in order to form the foundation of my Church.\u00a0 Now, in this house, I feel the cortege of the first children of my Will, and I feel my loving scenes being repeated, in seeing you in their midst, all love, wanting to impart the lessons about my Divine Fiat, in order to form the foundations of the Kingdom of my Will.\u00a0 If you knew how happy I feel in seeing you speak about my Divine Will!\u00a0 I anxiously await the moment when you begin to speak, in order to listen to you, and to feel the happiness that my Divine Will brings Me\u201d.<\/p>\n

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December 21, 1928\u00a0 Volume 25<\/p>\n

I continue the Novena of Holy Christmas; and continuing to hear the nine excesses of the Incarnation, my beloved Jesus drew me to Himself, and showed me how each excess of His love was a sea with no boundaries.\u00a0 And from this sea rose gigantic waves, in which one could see all souls devoured by those flames.\u00a0 Just as the fish swim in the waters of the sea, and the waters of the sea form the life of the fish, the guide, the defense, the food, the bed and the amusement of these fish, so much so, that if they get out of the sea, they can say, \u201cour life is ended, because we have left our inheritance \u2013 the fatherland given to us by our Creator\u201d; in the same way, these immense waves of flames which rose from those seas of fire, by devouring the creatures, wanted to be the life, the guide, the defense, the food, the bed, the fatherland of the creatures.\u00a0 But as these go out of this sea of love, all at once, they find death.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf the sea does not cry,\u201d \u2013 Jesus says \u2013 \u201chow can I not cry, in seeing that while my love has devoured all creatures, ungrateful, they do not want to live in my sea of love, but wriggling free from my flames, they go into exile, away from my fatherland, losing the guidance, the defense, the food, the bed, and even the life?\u00a0 They came from Me \u2013 they were created by Me, and were devoured by my flames of love, which I had in incarnating Myself for love of all creatures.<\/p>\n

As I hear the narration of the nine excesses, the sea of my love swells – it boils; and forming immense waves, it roars so much as to want to deafen everyone, that they may hear nothing but my moans of love, my cries of sorrow, my repeated sobs, saying:\u00a0 \u2018Don\u2019t make Me cry any more; let us exchange the kiss of peace.\u00a0 Let us love each other, and we will all be happy \u2013 the Creator and the creature\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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