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Moment of Reflection
The birth of Jesus - (Overview of Maria Valtorta)
-From "The Gospel as was revealed to me-(I Vol 29.2-6)
My brothers, who was Maria Valtorta, of which I had occasion to speak in other videos?
Maria Valtorta was born on March 14, 1897, in Italy.
Having completed their studies during the First World War
nurse was "Samaritan" in the Military Hospital in Florence.
One day, a revolutionary gave him a whack in the kidneys,
causing him horrible suffering, to force her to stay in bed from 1934 until his death,
held in Viareggio on 12 October 1961.
Increased their sufferings and their rise
culminated in heroic offers himself for love of God and humanity.
Their real mission was that of "mystic writer."
In 1943, sick for nine years and has acceded to a request by the confessor
and wrote his autobiography. Then the most initiated the work of 10 volumes:
"The Gospel as was revealed to me."
Maria Valtorta wrote his wrist, common in notebooks, while sitting on his bed of pain.
What value to give his writings?
We can certainly take his numerous writings,
volumes and the 10 others, as inspired books, like "Holy Scripture"
nor as if they were revelations, in the strict sense.
Let the Holy Church to rule, when considered appropriate.
The Work of Maria Valtorta not added anything to the Revelation and the Gospel is not the fifth,
but complete and illustrated, "in the form of private revelation," the story of the four Gospels.
She circulated copies typed only when Pope Pius XII to read and then advised
- In a private audience of 26 February 1948 -
the publication "as it was,"
disapproving the text of a preface that the condition could have thought of readers.
However, I think we can say that it is very precious books by reflections
and doctrine that give us food for our spiritual life.
Serve us to properly appreciate the work of Valtorta, the declaration of the great "Mariology"
Father Gabriele M. Roschini, o.s.m. :
"Half a century ago that I deal with Mariology: studying, teaching, preaching and writing ...
I too was in the past, the number of those without an adequate knowledge of his writings,
had a smile of distrust for them.
But after having read and thoughtful, sincere reached this conclusion:
From "Our Lady" by myself and my colleagues mariologist
and "Our Lady" by Maria Valtorta,
seems to me to find the same difference that exists between "an Our Lady of clay and a Madonna Live ..."
Father Roschini had been limited to studying the books of the Valtorta, one of Our Lady.
He wrote, so the book: "La Madonna di Maria Valtorta scritti neglected."
But there are many other doctrine in them, eg. On the Divine Mercy, which is worth knowing.
In this video meditate the description of this mystic writer of the Nativity.
BIRTH OF JESUS IN THE CAVE OF BETHLEHEM
"A bit of moonlight entering through a crack in the ceiling,
and looks like a blade of some silver immaterial, that is approaching Mary.
The blade will be stretching, as the moon gets higher in the sky, and eventually reaches Mary.
Now it is on the head of the prayer, (of Mary), adorning it with a halo of light.
Maria lifts her head as if he had been called by a voice from heaven, and goes down again on his knees.
Oh! How beautiful it is here.
Maria raises his head again, which seems to be shining white light of the moon,
and a smile, not humans, transfigures.
What will she see? What is listening? What will be experiencing?
She could only say that seeing, hearing
and that experienced at the time of his splendid motherhood!
I see just like, around her, the light grows, grows ever more! ...
It seems that emanates d'herself!
And the light is becoming increasingly strong. She is already unbearable for our view.
The *** disappears in it, (the light) as if it were being absorbed by a veil incandescent ...
and it (this veil of light) arises (***) Mother!
Yes, when the light returns to be bearable to my eyes,
I see Mary with her newborn son in her arms!
A tiny, all pink and plump, shaking her arms and kicking.
It has little hands the size of rosebuds and their feet would fit in a corolla with pink ...
Move the blonde little head, which seems to me almost without hair,
this round little head that Mom holds in the palm of the hand, while looking at the child and the love,
crying and laughing at the same time, leans in to kiss him, not in his little head,
but in his chest where his little heart is beating, beating for us:
is in the heart that one day there will be a wound.
And Mary, with anticipation, such as medical wound, kiss with his immaculate Mother
Also Joseph who, almost enraptured, was praying in a way so collected
that neither was aware of what was happening, he also back from praying
and, between the fingers together on the face,
filter to see light and hear the strange calls Mary, "Joseph, come here."
Jose approaches her, and seeing stops dominated by a feeling of reverence
and is about to fall on my knees right there in the place where it is. But Mary insists, saying, Come hither, Joseph !"...
At the foot of the bed, the young couple meet and look each other in a single and happy tears.
"Come, let us offer Jesus to the Father," says Mary.
And while Joseph kneels, she stands up between two trunks that support the roof,
raises the Son in his arms and says, "Here am I, Lord.
For He, O God, I tell you this word, Behold, I come to do Thy will.
And with him, me, Mary, and Joseph, my husband. Here we are, we Thy servants, Lord!
Be done by us, at all time and at all events,
Thy will, Thy glory and Thy love. "
Afterwards, Mary leans over and says, "Take Him, Joseph" and offers the child.
"I? And you hand him over to me? Oh! No! I am not worthy. "
Joseph is terrified and feels completely annihilated, just at the thought of having to touch God ...
But Mary insists with him, smiling. "You are well worth it, yes.
No one is more than you, and that is what the Almighty has chosen you.
Grab him, Joseph, and safe-O ", while I fetch the cloths "....
The mother placed him in the hay and TWO, bent over the manger,
look at him while he sleeps his first sleep
because the heat of the cloths and hay calmed him crying, and sweet Jesus to sleep. "
The Word became flesh!
What mystery of love!
Thank you Father for us hast given thy son!
+ Blessing of God Almighty and Merciful Father, Son and Holy Spirit
descend upon you and remain forever.
- Amen