"Jesus the great frustrated: do this in memory of me" by Viviana Rispoli (hermit)

Here is the memory that cannot be remembered, here is the hidden treasure that remains hidden, here is the pearl of great value that is left buried, here is the living water that no one drinks, here is the teacher that no one listens to, here is the doctor who does not he has patients, here is the liberator who has no prisoners, here is the life that nobody wants, here is the Joy that does not interest, here is the peace that is not sought, here is the Truth that nobody listens to. MY GOD BUT WHAT DID YOU LEAVE THE EUCHARISTY TO DO! what a gift, my God, most people come to you only on Sunday to fulfill a precept almost as if they were doing you a pleasure! The ridge of the ridges !!!. God delivers himself, all the fruit of his passion and death and no one who understands its value. That man God who had the crowds who followed him for days without eating, that man God who healed all sorts of diseases, that man God who liberated powerfully from impure spirits, that man God who fed thousands of people with five loaves and two fishes, that man God who raised the dead, never really wanted to leave because he left himself on the altar. Where are the crowds behind God, where are the crowds who were healed in his passage, where are the faithful who, in order to get closer to Christ, made a hole in the roof of the house where a sick person was about to drop you. We go in search of charismatic people like sheep without a shepherd leaving the true Shepherd of our souls alone. Yes alone, but if that host is He, because the churches are empty, if that Host is He because we no longer believe that he can and wants to do his wonders today, just for us, for me. He is always He eager to give us grace but to those who do it if no one asks him! how few are those who go to him, not to fulfill a precept but for the love of following him every day, for the love of always having him in himself. If people treated the host as the present God, the churches would be full, the people tight as sardines just to be close to that God-man who benefited everyone, if people had the eyes of the soul truly open, there would be a need for law enforcement around each church because all the people would be poured there. But people sleep, their hearts numb, their spirits in a coma and then here are the deserted churches and the Gift raised on the altar almost in front of nothing.

by Viviana Maria Rispoli (hermit)