Prayer formulated by H.E. Mons. Claudio Gatti on 16th July 2008

Mary, I ask you to help us, to help me, but above all, help Marisa. I bow in front of your will, You want her, in this last stretch of road, to continue her mission and her suffering. You know that I asked this last stretch of the road to be different. But I am a creature, You are my God, and I bow to You. But don't go beyond, my God, the limits that You have specified. Do not allow men to go beyond, with their insensitivity and selfishness, those limits that You do not allow yourself to cross because, when You said that the pain caused to Marisa by those kicks would have been greater than those of the Passion, my God, this is the limit that men have exceeded and that You would never have wanted to reach. You can do everything, if You want, You can do everything, if your will allows it and I, we who love you, we ask you: have mercy for this daughter, let her live more peacefully. Did you see yesterday, during the walk, it should have been like an escape, a recovery, a distraction, how many times did she faint? She was always feeling sick and I always heard this lament and this request coming from her mouth: "Lord, come quickly and take me, I can't take it anymore!" You are our Dad, then I ask: "Are these the holidays that you had thought, organized, decided for us?" Oh, I know very well, they are not, it is the men who have ruined your plans and, once again, we have been victims. It is absurd to admit it, it is awful to admit it, but Ratzinger, Ruini and Bertone made me suffer more than the people you put by my side, within the household, and I'm not afraid to mention names: Laura, Don Ernesto, Elena and Titti. The first three I call the garbage triad and, the second, the quadrilateral of death because, if you had not been there, how many times, because of them, little Marisa would have taken flight towards the sky, with her great happiness and joy, but with my great sadness and suffering? Because it is not the way, and You are the one who said it first, this is not the way she has to depart from the Earth towards the sky. My God, stay close to us, at this moment we feel like lost, confused, and tired children. We are like those travelers who have been surprised by the storm in a forest and no longer know where the beginning and the end of this forest is and the trees representing the worries, pains and sufferings, cover the light coming from above. You send your light, but we do not receive it, because so much is the suffering that it prevents us from noticing it. My God, I know well that, at this moment, Heaven is in adoration before You and are adopting the words coming from a troubled and tried heart and first of all there is the one you gave us as Mother, who is crying for us and, next to her, grandmother Iolanda. Is it possible, my God, that they should continually cry and we should continually suffer? You showed me a preview of Heaven a few days ago. I know, and You promised it, that it will be Marisa's final place of eternal happiness and, when You decide, You will also take me to Heaven. I must, and this is Your will, carry out a mission that is inferior only to that of Your Son. He founded and instituted the Church, I have the task of cleaning up this Church that exists, but it is dirty. But it takes energy, collaborators, strength, enthusiasm, courage, passion, perseverance and love. Perhaps, the only thing that is in our hearts is love, nothing is left beyond that. It is true, You said it, we will drag this poor wretched flesh without a bitter word of rebellion coming out from our mouth. This is true in the moral and psychological field, in the material and physical field. You have seen, my God, how I drag myself, I not even have the strength to stand up during the Holy Mass. Give me the strength, let Marisa feel better, I can't go on like this.

+ Claudio Gatti

Bishop ordained by God

Bishop of the Eucharist