It was in the scourging that I lost the greatest amount of Blood. I was beaten by the hatred of the past, present, and future. I received the hatred of the world upon My Body. I, the perfect, pure Martyr of Love, took upon Myself all the hatred of humanity. The only antidote for hate is love. My Mother soaked up My Precious Blood with towels, representing her body as My living chalice. Mary Magdalene imitated her. You, My Mothers, and the Missionaries of the Cross are also called to imitate My Mother. Allow your bodies to prostrate themselves on My Precious Blood, soaking up My Blood with your lives, thus becoming My living chalices.

—How, my Lord, do we do this?

—By loving when you are misunderstood, laughed at, judged, persecuted, condemned, ridiculed…. During your days, instead of talking so much, contemplate My Precious Blood on the ground and your bodies, as My Mother’s living cloth, soaking it up. 

You will radiate the beauty of God when you mirror your Love Crucified.