“Having no more to contemplate the Church with Her mourning veil and inner being torn apart, lying on the ground and tearful, breathless and bent over”, “being led to be crucified,” … these are all expressions of Mother Trinidad that highlight the Holy Week the Church lives in union with Christ down through all times, a passion that Christ offers the Church to partake of as Her Spouse and out of His infinite love for Her, so that She can also experience the Glory of a bright reemergence just as we do in clelebrating the risen Christ.

“Today the Church is dressed in white…! with a white ‘mantilla,’ white…! on top of a white comb as well, as though crowning Her temples as a Queen, who makes Her bride’s ‘mantilla’ fall over the most beautiful and most luminous face of the Church, beautifying Her and bedecking Her…!” These are exclamations proclaiming the triumph that accompanies the glory of the Risen Lord, such words give the announcement of His victory, after the tragedy of the Cross.

The Church will rise again after Her terrible Gethsemane. No doubt whatsoever. Here is the testimony of one who has already seen Her glorious:

 


Beauty of the Church (fragments)

[…] Today the Church is dressed in white…! with a white ‘mantilla,’ white…! on top of a white comb as well, as though crowning Her temples as a Queen, who makes Her bride’s ‘mantilla’ fall over the most beautiful and most luminous face of the Church, beautifying Her and bedecking Her…!

She is bedecked… all dressed in white… without a veil of mourning…! All covered with jewels, with Her face radiating joy and happiness, plenitude and life…!

Oh, what a white ‘mantilla’ wraps Church of mine today…! Oh, what a comb so high and so ladylike is ennobling today the temples and the figure of the Queen Church…! Church of mine, You are so beautiful…!

Can it be possible that I may not be able to express You nor tell You to men…? Yes, You are all beautiful, Daughter of Jerusalem; yes, all innocent… You, the only white and beautified dove with the whiteness, holiness and virginity of God‘s being… […]

[…] Let they come…! let all the poets and musicians and all the artists come to sing to my Church! Let us see whether they can say something about my Holy Church…? For I will say no to them, for there is no human word to express Her…! The Father’s infinite Word, the divine and eternal Word alone, can express Her adequately as She deserves.

[…] Church! You are beautiful! I never saw You like that…! I have seen You bejewelled and in mourning, but I have never seen You pouring out, as You pour out, in holiness, justice, truth, mercy and love…! […] You pour out in motherhood with the Father, in song with the Word and in love with the Holy Spirit…!

O Mother Church, pride of my soul-Church! You are so beautiful…! […] Whence shall I get a suitable word to sing and to flatter my Church…? But there is no human word that expresses Her. The only suitable Word is the one that sings to the Father in silence; that is why I, Church of mine, contemplate You and love You, and I have to remain silent to be able to express You in silence with Christ.

But I now see that I have run out of expressions, and today I have to say, to flatter the Church of mine…!

Yes, I am Sevillian and Andalusian, and I pour out in expression of my homeland to sing the Church…

I need to sing to the Church as an Andalusian that I am, and I need to tell Her that She has a ‘mantilla,’ a white ‘mantilla’ with a comb that reaches to the sky…!

Oh, Daughter of Jerusalem, attired in all the jewels…! […] Daughter of Jerusalem! What can I say to You…? […] I am as though driven crazy with love for the Church…!

Let the fairs come…! Let the fairs come with all their lights, with all their dances, with all their happiness, with all their canticles, to sing to My Church…!

All the feasts…! Let all the feasts attire and bedeck themselves, for the Church is so much attired in all Her jewels…!

Church of mine, how beautiful You are! Advance triumphant, Daughter of Jerusalem, beautified and bedecked in all the jewels that the divine Bridegroom gives You the day of His eternal wedding. Church of mine, advance triumphant!

[…] God’s beauty oozes from Itself over the Church so copiously…! He pours out on the Church His happiness, His holiness, His whiteness, His fatherhood so abundantly…!

God of mine, my Church is so great! […]

Church of mine…, You are so beautiful! I love You so much!”

Today, Daughter of Jerusalem, beloved Church, how will I be able to go on living in exile, when I contemplate the mysteries which, falling onto You, the Lord has wanted to show me in such diverse ways, bowing to the smallness and wretchedness of my nothingness and raising me to the penetration of His mysteries under the sapiental light of faith, full of eternal loves and replete with hope, making me comprehend that the greater the misery the more abundant the mercy; so that I may communicate them, or may slowly reveal them as long as I live in exile…?

Since they are so many and so divers, that my breathless soul in its tireless search for giving glory to God and life to souls, waits full of nostalgia the moment of God’s will to introduce me with the glorious Church into the mansions of Eternity.

And then, and only then, will it be possible to discover in its depth together with the tight content of its life, mission and tragedy, the secret of my immolated life, silenced by the night full of incomprehension of this journey.

Mother Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia

And in the luminous day of the definitive encounter with God, with all those who “have survived the time of great distress, they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb,” sitting at the table of the Kingdom with Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, as children of his numerous and universal descendants come from all the ends of the earth, we will be forever Church triumphant and glorious.

Not having to contemplate Her anymore with Her veil of mourning and Her inner being torn apart, cast down on the ground and tearful, breathless and stooped, but as the “Wife of the Lamb, the Holy City, a New Jerusalem, coming down out of Heaven from God, that had no need of sun or moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gave it light, and its lamp was the Lamb.”

And where will we intone with all the angels, archangels, cherubim and seraphim, giving glory to the Father, glory to the Son and glory to the Holy Spirit, the “Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord, all the earth is filled with His glory,”

and the “canticle of praise to God and the Lamb” being glorious and triumphant Church for all Eternity:

“and I heard something that reminded the rumour of an immense crowd, the roar of the ocean and the din of strong thunders. And they said: ‘Alleluia. The Lord has established His reign, [our] God, the almighty. Let us rejoice and be glad and give him glory. For the wedding day of the Lamb has come, His bride has made Herself ready’.”

Church of mine, New and Heavenly Jerusalem, You are so beautiful!! I love You so much!

 

Mother Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia

“BEAUTY OF THE CHURCH” (Collection “Light in the night -The mystery of faith given with loving wisdom” Booklet n. 12)

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