Ut quis Fideles Inveniatur

 

BLOOD GOTITA.

 

  Note. On this very important day for us Catholics, it is my intention to unite my prayer with your dear readers and, after thinking a lot about what to write, I found no other way to keep you united to the Cross of our divine Savior than this poor work where it is narrates the passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ that this "story".

 A long time ago I wrote this little work based on the Sacred Scriptures and on a great priest such as Father Luis de la Palma from his work The Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ.

 With this "story" I want to wish you a thoughtful Easter and a happy Easter. My sincere desire would be to be with all the groups of healthy resistance, but since I cannot bilocate, I can only resign myself to the will of God and have them present to each group and people who know me in my prayers on these special days. Your servant in Christ Jesus and Mary: Arturo Vargas Meza Fr.

  

In my country there is a bird of a singular rarity, its size is like that of a sparrow, dark red in color like a drop of blood and its forelock black. It has a soft trill. This species seems to be in extinction since I have only seen about fifteen or twenty of them in my life. When I first saw him, I watched him for a long time thinking: "How great is the divine wisdom in creating these insignificant birds to show us that, through them, we can come to the knowledge of their existence. But why does God NS gave it that color and not another? Do you want to know why? Be patient and read in these few pages the reason for its dark red color and its black pompadour.

      It was the last Passover that Jesus would spend with his disciples in Jerusalem. On Holy Thursday Jesus moved from Bethany to Jerusalem; on the way his disciples asked him where he would like them to arrange the necessary for dinner, Jesus gave them the pertinent instructions and they went ahead to carry them out. The last rays of the sun illuminated the blue sky of that region giving it a reddish color, several flocks of birds crossed the sky seeking refuge as night approached. One of those flocks crossed the road where Jesus was going with his disciples; One of them, dark brown in color, was touched with compassion as he looked at Jesus calm, serene, but with deep sadness. He stopped his flight by landing in one of the many bushes that surrounded the road; one of his companions, seeing how he separated from them, he followed him to where he was.

 --- Why have you left us? Soon night will fall, he answered:

 --- I have stopped my flight because that man in white powerfully attracted my attention.

--- I don't know what you see in it; In addition, we must take care of them, as you know.

 --- I know; But He is very different from everyone, He is incapable of hurting us or wishing us any harm.

--- Why are you so sure?

--- His serene and peaceful face reflects great goodness; However, I perceive in him a great pain and a deep sadness that oppresses his most kind heart; I would like to know the cause and I am not going to leave it alone.

 --- Well do as you want. And without reflecting on everything his companion told him, he took off. At that moment Jesus passed near him, looked at him and thanked him for his gesture of compassion; he shuddered deeply at her sweet, serene gaze. From that moment he was more intimately united with Him, he followed him; but he lost sight of him when he entered the upper room with his disciples. Flying from one side to the other, she was looking for him with great anxiety until she finally saw him on the first floor of the house; He approached one of the upper room windows and patiently waited.

 The arrangement of the cenacle was in the Roman style, that is, in the center was a low table and on three of its sides there were beds like divans almost at ground level, leaving one side empty for service. The voice of Jesus clearly reached the ears of the bird; with his eyes wide open, he followed his every move. He saw how, as the minutes passed, the affliction little by little flooded his most holy heart, submerging him in a bottomless sea of ​​bitterness. With words and gestures he sought someone among his disciples to console him, but they too were sad and sleepy; this misunderstanding increased his bitterness. The poor bird could do nothing to comfort him, yet he said to himself:

  ---- I would like to be one of them to pour some encouraging words into your afflicted heart.

 He witnessed the washing of the feet, the betrayal of Judas, the institution of the Holy Eucharist and the heartfelt words of his last sermon. Then he went to the Garden of Olives. They left the city and went down the deep and gloomy valley; in the depths of him passed a stream called Torrente Cedrón. On the other side of this stream, at the foot of the Mount of Olives, was the Garden of Gethsemane or Huero de los Olivos, where Jesus used to go very often because it was a lonely and secluded place. Once there he left his disciples and retired to pray. The bird looked for a nearby place to look at everything. From there he saw how great fear, great discouragement and immense sadness seized Jesus. Both fear and discouragement and sadness oppressed his heart, causing him deathly grief. The bird, very worried and extremely dismayed, he saw how he suffered without being able to mitigate his pain a bit.

 Jesus knelt on the bare ground praying for a few moments. Then he got up and went to his disciples whom he found asleep. He returned to the same place praying again, for the second time he interrupted his prayer and addressed his disciples again, finding them asleep with heartfelt words, he reproached them for their attitude:

 ---- ¿Pedro, could you not watch one hour with me? Watch and pray so that you do not enter into temptation, because the spirit is ready, but the flesh is lean.

 Then he returned to the place, raising his prayer for the third time, longer and more fervent than the previous ones. It was so intense that, through the pores of his most holy body, he sweated blood that ran to the ground, wetting him with it. The little bird's eyes filled with tears and his little heart trembled when he looked at the blood of Jesus and with a broken voice he asked:

 ---- ¿Sir, what are the causes of such pain?

 Jesus, with great meekness, answered:

 ¡Oh, compassionate little creature! There are many causes of my immense pain; But I will tell you some: my love for my Eternal Father is so great that my great desire is that men also love him. But, unfortunately, there are very few who love him and many who hate and offend him. If they realized his great goodness and fatherhood they would certainly not offend him so much and they would love him very much! But they do not realize it and that is why I feel a deep pain to see him relegated, forgotten and even offended. My Father and I created man in our image and likeness and he, as a thank you, made an enemy of us and that hurts me a lot because he does not know the great evil that he has done to himself by not having, forever, my glorious visit and company. I could not bear to see him estranged and condemned forever and, feeling sorry for his misfortune, I took on Me all their sins to satisfy the Justice of my Father and pay the debt that he had contracted and, not only did I secure the sins of others, but I have taken them as my own. My anguish grows even more when I see his ingratitude and his terrible correspondence to my love; but not all will be ungrateful, some to get the fruit of redemption, they will suffer a lot because I see their temptations, struggles, fasts, vigils, penances, fatigue, work, persecution, dishonor, pain and martyrdom. Everything feels like mine. Now you understand part of my sadness, dread. My anguish grows even more when I see his ingratitude and his terrible correspondence to my love; but not all will be ungrateful, some to get the fruit of redemption, they will suffer a lot because I see their temptations, struggles, fasts, vigils, penances, fatigue, work, persecution, dishonor, pain and martyrdom. Everything feels like mine. Now you understand part of my sadness, dread.My anguish grows even more when I see his ingratitude and his terrible correspondence to my love; but not all will be ungrateful, some to get the fruit of redemption, they will suffer a lot because I see their temptations, struggles, fasts, vigils, penances, fatigue, work, persecution, dishonor, pain and martyrdom. Everything feels like mine. Now you understand part of my sadness, dread.

 --- Yes, my dear Lord.

 The Eternal Father listened, with paternal solicitude, to the plea of ​​his beloved Son and, although he did not remove the cup of pain, he did console him by sending him an Angel who comforted and encouraged him. At the end of his prayer he withdrew from the garden.

 The little bird went down to the place where Jesus shed his most precious blood; He bowed his head in adoration and, with his beak, stirred the blood-soaked earth. His little eyes were full of sleep and tired, he bent his paws falling asleep in that blessed place where the second effusion of the Savior's blood took place. At dawn he took flight in search of Jesus. He went to the house of Caiaphas, but he was not there; went to the temple and did not find it; tired and sad he asked one of his companions:

 --- Have you not seen a brunette tea man dressed in a white robe?

---- I have seen many men screaming like crazy in the prosecutor's house and I have never been so afraid as this morning. I have a feeling that something very serious is going to happen: ¡You will not think of going to that place! You know well that at all times we must fear man because, without God, he is evil and perverse, he always spies on us to kill us or sets traps to trap us and sell us. And on this day I see them as demonized.

--- I am not interested in that; I want to find Jesus who I know is good and innocent. Furthermore, he is my God and creator.

 --- And how do you know?

 --- Last night, while I was praying there in the garden of olive trees, I heard that he called God "My Father" with a filial confidence uncommon among men when they addressed God and I saw how an angel came down from heaven to comfort him. There I knew that He is the Son of God.

His partner shook his head as if doubting the veracity of his words.

 --- Apparently you don't believe me.

 --- The mere truth, no, maybe you didn't have a very good night; why don't you rest a bit.

 --- I don't care if you don't believe me; Thanks for your information.

 He went without delay to the palace of Pontius Pilate. The people, gathered in the palace, shouted asking for the death of Jesus, but He was not seen among them.

 Laughter and commotion from within the palace made it easy for him to search. He flew to the place where the commotion came from, he put himself in a safe corner for fear of that mob that, so entertained in their wickedness, did not notice his presence. He looked at Jesus for a moment and with great indignation exclaimed:

--- Poor, my Jesus, how have they dared to lay their wicked hands on you, stripping you of your clothes and exposing your pure body to the ridicule and sarcasm of this infamous, savage and demonic mob!

 Once stripped of his clothes they tied him, with unprecedented violence, to a column with the intention of flogging him according to the order of the attorney.

Flagellation was one of the cruel punishments used by the Romans. The instruments used for such a cruel torture were several: the Flagelum or whip that consisted of three leather straps attached to a short pole; the Virgas that were flexible rods of any tree; the Shafts or simple leather straps and, finally, the Flagrum or whip of straps garnished with lead balls, ossicles or iron points called scorpions. Of all, the latter was the most inhuman as it penetrated the victim's body, tearing it apart.

 Tied to the column, he waited patiently for his ruthless executioners who did not take long to appear carrying the aforementioned instruments in their hands. The poor and powerless bird felt a chill run through his little body at the thought of the damage that the executioners would cause Jesus, he exclaimed:

--- For charity, don't do it! Is it not enough for you to remove his garments? Why do they want to flog him? What harm has he done to them so that they pay him back with this degrading punishment?

Nobody heard it. The executioners began their ungrateful work by hitting the very pure body of Jesus with such precision that they did not hit twice in the same place leaving his most holy body very bruised, then they used the Flagelum bruising his very pure humanity, finally they tore his body with the Flagrum. Blood ran to the ground, drenching it completely.

 The mob that surrounded him, seeing the blood of Jesus, asked the executioners to prolong the punishment for a longer time.

 Jesus endured everything without the slightest complaint or gesture of pain and without asking for mercy from his executioners who, amazed by the silence of the immaculate victim, left the place without uttering a word. The bird, puzzled by the quiet and long-suffering attitude of the divine master and the ferocity of the executioners, said:

 --- If my Jesus does not ask for mercy, I do implore them. ¡Oh, men, ¡have compassion on Him! Look how they have left him, well I see that there is no part of his body where they have not left signs of torment. ¡Oh, my good Jesus, ¡you are quite a living sore!   ¡Oh, my Lord, ¡how I wish I were a man to suffer something for you! ¡O Angels, come to the aid of our God and Lord!

 A serene and peaceful voice was heard within:

 --- Oh, compassionate creature of my hands, I appreciate your words very much, but it is necessary for me to suffer these torments because divine Justice demands it, this is what the sin that the first man committed by preferring the creature to his own. God; ¡at the same time I want to show him how much I love him through this painful and excruciating flogging!

These words comforted her. Meanwhile the mob, with renewed fury, continued to torture Jesus. She no longer enduring such an inhuman torture with her wings covered her little eyes. Then they took Jesus away, leaving only the place. The little bird flew to the column and from there to the floor:

--- How much blood is on the ground and how many pieces of meat mixed in it! I will gather them in a safe place.

 With its beak and legs, it gathered the bits of meat without noticing that its plumage was turning red. Once his work was finished, not noticing his fatigue, he went straight to Calvary: there he would undoubtedly find it. When he arrived they were nailing his left hand to the cross. A huge nail pierced his hand causing him indescribable pain. Plenty of blood gushed out of her. As his right hand did not reach the hole, with a rope, they tied it and pulled without regard of any kind dislocating the arm until it reached the hole and another nail went through it.  another third nail pierced his feet. He suffered everything in silence, without any recrimination and without cursing his executioners. To further humiliate him, they put him in the middle of two thieves. The bird, before a spectacle without equal in the history of humanity, did not remain still as on previous occasions. Driven by the noble desire to lighten the Savior's sufferings somewhat, he flew to the apex of the cross, looked closely at Jesus and, with a sad voice, said:

 --- With this ignominious death they pay everything you have done for them? What a strange and new way do men use to give thanks? ¡Oh, my beloved Jesus, ¡I feel a deep indignation against these ungrateful men!

--- Dear bird, put away such indignation, they are blind and do not know what they are doing. My compassionate heart has already prayed for them before my Eternal Father to forgive them for this great sin. I was referring to this atrocious torment when I mentioned it to you where they flogged me. If I lean on my pierced feet to alleviate the pain in my hands a little, I feel an indescribable pain in them and if I lift my body supporting it on my hands, they tear me, renewing the pains in my entire body a hundredfold; no matter how much men imagine them, they will never have a complete idea of ​​these terrible sufferings. I have shed most of my blood and a dreadful thirst devours me. ¡Oh my child, Despite being immersed in this sea of ​​great suffering, ¡I would like to suffer them even more intense to save the greatest number of souls so that they do not end up in that place of eternal torment called hell!

 --- My Lord, however, allow me to lighten somewhat the heavy burden that you unjustly bear. Without waiting for an answer, he flew to the right hand trying to pull out the nail with his beak while the blood of Jesus fell on his plumage. Tired and discouraged, he flew to the other hand, but he also failed to extract the nail, and his body was soaked in blood. Finally, tired, he stood near her most holy head. A chill ran through her body as she saw the crown of thorns sink into her. Putting aside his fatigue, he took on the task of removing some thorns, he searched and found an easy way to remove them without causing him any pain; He yanked one and threw it away. He returned to Calvary to resume his task; but Jesus raising his head spoke those memorable words:

 --- "Everything is finished; Father, into your hands I commend my spirit" And bowing his head he expired.

The entire nature shook manifesting pain and mourning for the death of its creator. Faced with that natural phenomenon, the bird wanted to fly and hide, but then he thought that he would not find a better place but on the cross of Jesus and he stayed there. Tired and saddened by the death of his Lord he fell asleep. The noise of some horses woke him up: they were the soldiers who, following orders from the attorney general, came to kill those executed and remove them from there before nightfall. Much to his regret he withdrew from his beloved refuge. The soldiers carried out their thankless job without showing any compassion. They broke the legs of the first, who threw woes of pain; then they did it to the good thief, who sighed deeply and expired. One of them looked carefully at Jesus and, seeing that he was already dead, with his spear he struck a sharp, sharp blow to the right side of the Savior's chest.

 --- Poor Lord, the little bird said to himself, even after death they continue to outrage him. But for whom is this painful affront? Certainly not for Him, for He is already dead; but for his most holy Mother. Oh miserable man, you pierced two intrinsically united hearts, that of the Son and that of the Mother; ¡You added to the pains of his Mother another pain not less than the ones he suffered during the passion of his Son, ¡feeling that blow to the last fiber of his maternal heart! The Son did not suffer, but this was the drop that spilled the mother's cup of bitterness! ¡Oh, Mary, ¡forgive them as your Son forgave them before dying for they do not know what they are doing!

These and other reflections flooded the heart of the bird, when she saw how three men, with great delicacy, lowered the body of Jesus from the cross, placing it on the lap of his mother, drenched in tears, who, despite her immense pain, did not he lost his composure and dignity; her face reflected a peace and tranquility in the midst of that sea of ​​bitterness in which she was immersed. The dispositions of his blessed soul did not go unnoticed by the bird and, not holding on, he approached her and with his plaintive trills, in his own way, he gave her his deepest condolences for the death of his beloved Son. The Blessed Virgin told him:

 ¡Oh, little bird of the field, ¡look how they have left my Jesus! This is the child that I conceived in my virginal womb, tenderly fed and reclined on my chest many others. Now look at how they have left his most holy body torn by the lashes, bruised by the blows, his feet and hands pierced by the nails and that crown how his thorns sank into his head.

The mother in pain is silent, leaning her beautiful and serene face on the lifeless body of her Son. The little bird resumes its gloomy trill as if to say: ¿What language can describe or what understanding can understand the depth of its pain? Because although her Son suffered to satisfy divine justice and out of compassion for man, he also did so for his most holy mother and he had greater compassion for man by leaving her as his mother. The Blessed Virgin Mary touched the little bird's head as a sign of deep gratitude, giving her permission to leave the place. She immediately flew to one of the many sources in order to remove the blood she had from the Savior, she dove for a few minutes, but her surprise was great when she saw that all her plumage up to the head, excluding the forelock, It was stained dark red, resembling a drop of blood, and its little tail was black.

Now you know why the bird is dark red. When you ever see her, remember the passion of our Lord and thank Him for the mercy He showed by giving His life for us.

                 

 END OF THE STORY GOTITA DE SANGRE.

 (AMDG)