The month of June is the month of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. To speak about the Heart of Jesus means to speak about His Mercy. The Mercy of the thrice Holy God, who – from the height of His majesty – did not hesitate in descending to the misery of our sin.

This is why, the more we know the admirable mystery of God in His Being and in His Persons, the more we feel overwhelmed, captivated and grateful in contemplating the outpouring of His love upon us.

How happy God is in His intimate life! How immense is the Heart of Jesus, the Heart of the Incarnate Word. A Heart that overflows with merciful love for us!

 

  

From the Father’s Bosom,
in the impulse and the love of the Holy Spirit,
through Christ’s open side who infinitely atones
to the thrice Holy offended God,
the torrential Affluents of the Divinity overflow
in redeeming compassion of divine
and infinite Mercy on fallen humanity

 

On June 22nd, Feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, at dawn, invaded by the light of the divine mind that was going more deeply all the time more acutely and penetratingly into the most recondite and depth of my spirit, about God’s mystery been in Himself and in splendorous manifestation of His sovereign Majesty outwards;

which dominated the Mother Trinidad’s family shoe store.

I sensed, revealing itself to me very clearly and deeply, that the same way God in the infinitude of His attributes and perfections is a sole and unique act of being in the Trinitarian activity of the Divine Family; in which His being Himself to be Himself the Being and His acting are in that sole and unique act of being, in which God is Himself for Himself, been and standing in being of Himself in Himself, by Himself and for Himself in coeternal and consubstantial joy of Divinity, by His infinite subsistence;

in that same act of being, although in a different way, God brings about outwards, for the manifestation of His infinite power and the splendour of the glory of His Name, the creation, and the sublime, divine, amazing and enthralling portent of the Incarnation for the restoration of fallen humanity. […]

And this same day of the 22nd, penetrated by the burning fires of the Holy Spirit, reverent and adoring before Jesus become Sacrament, in the tabernacle; and in a more transcendent way at the moment of the Holy Mass when realizing that the feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus was being celebrated; […]

was being imprinted on my spirit which overflowed with joy under the breeze of His proximity, and introduced into the divine mysteries, how the Incarnation is likewise a personal and Trinitarian act in God.

Who, at the breakage of His eternal designs over creation because of the “I will not serve you” of the fallen man; moved with compassion of infinite tenderness, He determines, by the Father’s will, in the Word, by means of the love of the Holy Spirit, for the splendour of His infinite might in manifestation of praise of His glory, that the Infinite Word become Man; bowing to our misery, full of merciful love. […]

And before the infinitely subsistent and sufficient excellence of He who is, and His outpouring towards humanity, full of merciful love; under the nothingness, the poorness and the misery of my nothingness because of the limitation of my vileness and baseness, returning to my song of pure love in a hymn of praise, my soul exclaims, exceeded and full of joy in the Holy Spirit:

Who like God…! and how can the human creature and all created things compare favourably with God…!

And full of gratefulness to the merciful three times Holy God, I need to tell in a simple and spontaneous way what happened to me, being still very young, when I was selling at the shoe shop of my parents.

Facade of “La Favorita” Shoe Shop, owned by Mother Trinidad´s family.

Therefore I next quote this fragment of a writing of the 8th of May of 1997.

“One day, […] when some wretched looseliving women entered our shoe shop, immediately I began to serve to them, so that my brother Antonio would not have to do it.

And the poor things began speaking in a very shameless way, making many roguish remarks to one another, and saying coarse words.

Whereat, I, indignant, ran hastily to the back room where my brother was, and as though with much religious dignity –poor me!–, I said to him:

‘In our house and in our shoe shop, since we have the image of the Sacred Heart placed at the centre of the shoe shop, we cannot allow anyone to speak this way! Therefore, right now! I go off and send them away.’

While my brother, with the same dignity and religious pride as I, told me:

‘Throw them out, let them go away from our house.’

And when I came out swiftly from the back room to send them off, telling them – with what I believed was a holy pride– that in our house, so religious and so decent! one could not speak that way…; oh! […] what happened to me:

a phrase was engraved in the innermost and most recondite depths of my spirit that, as long as this poor daughter of the Church lives, I will never be able to forget:

‘For them I have shed all my Blood…’

Whereat, stopping dead, I quickly returned where my brother was, saying to him deeply contrite and impressed:

‘Antonio… for them Jesus has shed all His Blood…’

My brother, not knowing the reason of my change of attitude, answered to me very bluntly:

‘send them off! let them go away! let them go away…!’

Entering the shoe shop again, deeply affected because it was not a little or a small drop, no, but all the Blood of Jesus that had been shed for each one of them! I felt so much love…! so much understanding…! so much tenderness…! that, if Jesus had been the one there, I could not have served Him better.

So that I experienced the desire to throw myself at their feet and, embracing them, kiss them […]; I who have always been so clean and ‘scrupulous,’ with the dirty and sweaty that, sometimes, the clients had their feet…!

But, at the thought that Jesus had shed all His Blood for each of those wretched women, I felt I was consumed with tenderness and love towards them.

This being for all my life a most profound lesson that the Lord gave to my soul, so that I might understand and excuse human fragility, and love the souls as He loved them; because, for each and everyone, Jesus had shed, not a very little nor a drop, but all of His most holy Blood in Redemption of merciful love!

Coming to my mind today, full of love and compassion, the passage of the Gospel in which Jesus, alone before the adulterous woman, said to her: ‘Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you? —No one, Lord… —Neither do I condemn you. Go, and from now on do not sin any more.’15” […]

 

Mother Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia
Collection “Light in the night -The mystery of faith given with loving wisdom” Opusc. 14 “God is He who is Himself