August 12, 2016
On this day during Holy Hour, Jesus manifested his love for me with messages from the Holy Spirit.
On my way to Mass this morning I remembered that today we had Holy Hour. I told myself to stay the whole hour, not to wander around or leave for coffee before returning later to the chapel. Stay! I also told myself to pray the Rosary on my knees.
Holy Hour every evening in Medjugore came to mind. I remember kneeling on gravel the whole hour. My knees hurt but not unbearably and the pain was soon forgotten as the hour passed quickly.
So this morning I stayed in the chapel the whole time except a few minutes to care for the holy vessels from Mass. I sat down to read a book, My Other Self, a wonderful book for meditation. As has happened before I randomly opened the book, not expecting anything extraordinary, I started to read, when I noticed wax overflowing and building up from both candles flanking the monstrance. I remembered to adore Jesus on both knees before going up to remove the soft wax. While walking back, I rolled the wax from the candles together into one ball. For a brief moment, I had second thoughts about throwing this ball of wax away.
I resumed reading where I left off. The chapter was, Mass and the Eucharist, and I read, “Do these thoughts strike fire within you? With all my heart, I want to show you what the Eucharist is. Must I give you further analogies? As melted wax intermingles with melted wax…” The book was written as if Jesus was speaking to me. Here he was telling me how close we become when I receive him in Holy Eucharist. I wanted so badly to tell someone what just happened, but they were having their own moments with Jesus.
I decided to say the Rosary. I knelt down. I was lost in it, not distracted but rather involved and engrossed. The Sorrowful Mysteries are my favorite. This wasn’t always true. I used to dread the Sorrowful Mysteries. As I prayed the Rosary, my thoughts were vivid, sort of outside myself.
I saw very dark clouds and it was so windy. I saw Our Lord Jesus’ dead body lying on a white cloth near the cross as his mother gently tried to remove the crown of thorns from his head. The crown of thorns was entangled with hair, twisted and tangled among the thorns, no way to remove it without removing clumps of hair. Once the crown of thorns was removed, I saw ladies pouring water through Jesus’ hair to remove the blood, so much blood. The white cloth turned red. They used their combs to smooth the tangled mass of hair, blood and sweat. The vision went on. I saw it clearly as the Rosary continued slowly, unrushed, rhythmically. Almost with no help from me, I felt I was breathing the Rosary. As I began the Hail Holy Queen, I was brought back to reality as Father Adam hastened by, his vestments slightly brushing me. I thought “already time for Benediction?” And again I remembered how the Holy Hour in Medjugore always seemed to pass so quickly.