The message of the present writing besides communicating a great visual impact, summarizes and manifests the situation of the Church and of the sorrowful and unexplainable Gethsemane that She is living.

It is not possible that the Bride of the immaculate Lamb has to appear before the world as being corrupted and sinful, because She is not. Darkness and confusion would want to destroy Her, but Her divine Bridegroom defends Her, protects Her and will soon make justice.

 

“I saw myself with a broom sweeping the Church”

 

Today, imbued with the coeternal and infinite thought, enlightened by the light from on High, I have received a new surprise in my life… a new consciousness, even more profound, of my vocation, my mission in the Church with all who, in order to help Her, the Infinite Love has given to me!

In the twinkling of an eye, a light beam of the eternal Wisdom penetrated me, as tough with the sharpness of a sharp sword, in the most recondite and very depth of the marrow of the spirit. And, by the flashing of His illumination, made me live, in one instant, the passing of all times… of all ages… with the new and surprising contemplation of the Holy Church of God, as the sole Way that leads us, through Christ and under the shelter and protection of the motherhood of Our Lady of Pentecost, Mother of the Church, to the Father’s house.

And I saw myself, suddenly, with a broom sweeping my Church…!! […]

Efficiency and simplicity! humility and courage! clearness and cleanliness! reaching with my broom all corners, to leave them the way that God willed. […]

I saw the Church as the Way refulgent with light, replete with Divinity, straight, firm, certain, clear, luminous, transparent, unshakable, un-touchable, incorruptible, invincible! that leads to the Father’s house.

Understanding that this Way, like a mirror without spot which in-calculable multitudes of men had passed through; in the course of time and with the passing through of every one, had been so dirtied…! so clouded…! so defaced…! that sometimes it was even disgusting to pass through it.

A Way which, normally, in our crossing, some in one way and others in another, we dust, we deface, we dirty and we defile…!

How many men have passed through the way of the Church…! Each and every one of them with their innumerable sins, with the concupiscence of their flesh, all of them with the pride and blindness of their befuddled hearts because of the warpedness of their thoughts;
with their personal ways and styles, with the attachment to their own criteria… with the blindness of their darkened minds, with the ill will of their sinful hearts, which, in the foolishness of their darkened lives, do not let them see in the transparent mirror of the Church the face of Jesus “and him crucified” (1 Cor 2, 2) Who invites us to follow Him, after His apparent failure, by means of His glorious resurrection, to the eternal Wedding of Christ with His Church, under the might and the sweeping impetus of the Holy Spirit.

Wherefore they attempt to confront the infinite and sublime holiness of God Himself, carried way by pride, lust, envy, rancour, and by all that which is not according to God, and in fact contrary and even repellent to His infinite holiness! and rebelling crazily against God in diabolic confrontation, they say to Him: “I will not serve you” (Jer 2, 20);
the God who created them solely and exclusively so that they might possess Him, and He restored them through the Blood of the Immaculate Lamb who takes away the sins of the world, shed on the altar of the cross!

But everyone passed by… and, when passing, they left their footprint; a footprint that is more or less marked, more or less dirty, according to the size and condition of the feet of those who pass by.

I also saw that those who were bigger in the Church, wore bigger and heavier shoes; and, if they had them stained, their footprints were deeper and more harmful… leaving the Church more stained and even cracked!

Whereas those who, together with the others in bloc, went by unnoticed, marked Her with a lighter footprint, although they too left theirs.

Between the ones and the others they had disfigured, defaced, dusted and stained Her…! defiling God’s holiness, when placing their smelly footprints on the mirror without spot where God Himself, in the beauty of His divine face, looks at Himself and is reflected in the majestic reverberation of the splendour of His glory: the Holy Church, luminous Way towards the Eternity.

A Way that has as Head, with His crown of glory, the Only Begotten Son of God, the Word of Life Incarnate covered with a royal mantle of blood; who, in order to lead us safely towards the encounter with the eternal Joy, became one of us, traveller, pilgrim and exiled; and by the mystery of His Incarnation, life, death and glorious resurrection, opened with His five wounds the sumptuous Gates of Eternity in order to intro-duce us into the wide bosom of our Father God, closed by sin. […]

What most clearly became engraved in my soul in this sparkling day of light and of truth, were these two things:

That the Church, as the luminous Way that leads us to the Truth and contains the Life, full of brilliance and beauty, of holiness and divine majesty and of plenitude, found Herself so loaded with wretchedness, with rot! that one could hardly make out in Her the beautiful face of Christ, divine and divinizing, in Her repleteness with Divinity.

And that those who had tarnished Her and disfigured Her the most, with worse consequences and larger blights, were many of those who, for having occupied in their passing through life more important positions, of considerable responsibility and importance, wore bigger shoes;
which, if they had been laid previously on filth or were covered with rot, in their treading and rubbing through the shining and luminous way that the Church is, left very dirty footprints, very big, very marked and foul-smelling;
footprints that even made furrows and cracks along the Way, preventing others from running joyfully through it, without stumbling, to the longed for end; and that had turned the Church, apparently, into a sort of dump or dung heap. […]

How necessary and how impelled under the might of the divine im-pulse I saw myself with my broom sweeping my beloved Church, my Mother Church, my Holy Church, my Church of mine…!

How very simple and urgent was my mission…! Each day that passes without picking up my broom effectively to sweep, I collaborate to the plague’s propagating further, making some ill and even killing others with its contagion.

I comprehended that God asked me, me and my descendants, that we be as simple, but as efficient, as the broom of a street cleaner. […]

Each century with its periods has had its customs more or less good, more or less confusing and tenebrous; which, by means of the men who have gradually passed through the Mother Church, have left in Her their footprints, with so much diversity of strange things that sometimes with difficulty and hardly can one recognize Her as the only true Church, founded by Christ, built on the Apostles and perpetuated throughout all times. […]

The efficacy that I saw in the broom was so much, that I felt driven to pick it up; and so great its simplicity, that I experienced myself carried away and captivated by it. How well did I understand anew that God communicates Himself to the little ones and that, through these simple tools, He makes Himself efficacious in splendorous manifestation of His glory! […]

If you want Her most beautiful face to shine, let men run through Her Way, attracted by “a spreading perfume, more delightful… than wine,” (Sg 1, 3. 2) to inebriate themselves with the most delicious nectar of the Divinity; in this situation in which today Mother Church finds Herself, you must be small. The Fishermen of Galilee were the tools that Christ chose to found Her. […]

As, in the life of Jesus, the arrogant eyes and the proud heart were not capable of seeing in the face of Christ the Infinite Word and led Him to the gallows; likewise the arrogant eyes and the proud heart, under diabolic snare, now also cry aloud pitilessly to the Church: “She deserves to die…! Crucify her…!” (Mt 26, 66; Mk 15, 13)

The Church will arise tomorrow wherewith, united in the cross of Christ, become one with our dear Bishops, firmly built on the Rock of Peter and, with them, under the light, the impulse and the might of the Holy Spirit, we work today, for the authentic, true and essential renovation of the Church.

 
Mother Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia
 
An extract from the writing: “STREET CLEANERS WITHIN THE CHURCH”(Collection “Light in the night -The mystery of faith given with loving wisdom” Booklet n. 16)
 
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Fragment of the video of Mother Trinidad “Beloved soul, help me help the Church, by showing Her as She is and god willed Her to be in His divine mind”, recorded on November 26th, 1994 (press PLAY):

I do not want the Church to be dislocated in a chilling torture that makes Her drip blood through Her living members…! I do not want to see Her like that, hearing in the distance the mocking outburst of laughter of the proud persecutors of my Holy Church, of my Whole Christ! I know Her perpetuity, Her indissolubility, and I also know that God is zealous for the glory of His Beloved. (20-1-76)
The proud man has lost God, and along with Him, the supernatural outlook that makes him love the Pope and Bishops; after that, he rebels against the Church, and confusion corrodes his spirit, turning him into a rock of scandal for all who surround him. (15-11-68)
My Church, Your cloud engulfed me, and for that reason, my steps due to Your night have been cut off, and hardly, united, we walk… But tomorrow Your poems will emerge, and, with You, Your “Echo” will joyfully resound with the glories of the living God! (24-2-78)