Prayer formulated by H.E. Mons. Claudio Gatti on 28th October 2007

Feast of the Mother of the Eucharist

What is more beautiful, sweeter than the word dad, than the word brother and friend? The Mother of the Eucharist has confided to us that she is moved when she pronounces these words and also when we pronounce them. For this reason, my One and Triune God, I say this in my name, on Marisa’s behalf and those who live in this house and all those who truly love us and are united with us and share this painful and suffered path; on behalf of all of them I cry to You, Father: "Dad come to our help!"

Last year, on the occasion of the celebration of the feast of the Mother of the Eucharist, I and many of us thought that it would be the last feast that we would have lived in this Gethsemane and on the Calvary. However, after a year, I must acknowledge and You God have confirmed it that this is certainly the most excruciating, most painful and thorniest celebration I have ever celebrated.

I speak to you like a son, because I know that you are here, really present, and you promised me that every time I would have turned to You, You would come to Earth to listen to these simple words spoken by Your Bishop, the Bishop you have ordained. Now I do not see You, but I know that you are here before us listening to these words, then I say to You: "My God, look into our hearts, deeply observe our souls; in our hearts and in our souls You find so much bitterness, so much discouragement, so much suffering. I know You asked us to drink the cup to the end, but I repeat to you the words of Your Son: "Let this cup pass", may soon come the moment when we will have to drink the last drop of its content, which becomes more and more unpleasant and bitter”.

My God, we are here and we implore You, through the merits of Your Son, for the merits of the Mother of the Eucharist, for the poured blood, for the copious tears that have come down from our eyes, for all the good we have done. My God, look at the situation we are driven to, let me tell You, and I believe I also have the right, to offer us what we are asking. You have converted, You have miraculously treated so many people, but in this community there are many others who grieve, who suffer; it is useless to give You the names, You know them one by one, from the youngest to the oldest soul and, at this moment, I entrust each of them to You.

My God, do you remember how many times, in moments when tension reached its peak, I shouted: "My God, where are you?" And You answered me immediately: "I am near you my son and I am helping you, even if you don't notice it". Often we do not notice this help from God, perhaps because we would like a more tangible, a more visible act and instead You are helping us according to the measure of Your Divine Providence, which does not coincide with our desires.

My God, as You said, in this world it is difficult to find clean hearts, loving and crying to You: "Abba, Father". And You, even in the enraging storm and wind, can hear the voices and cries of these pleading, crying, panting children of yours who turn to You. In my heart you are also reading what lips do not say; you also know all the emotions present in my soul: it is right that I keep them for me and show them to You only. At this moment You only can understand, as always, me and Marisa; men cannot understand and those who do not understand, often condemn and then I say to You: "My God, defend us from evil, from all evil". Remove the arrows stuck in our body, the swords that have pierced our soul, take them out one by one; heal, look after our wounds, wash our sores, truly give us the gift of peace, serenity and happiness, which is rightful to meet in life.

At times, in this house, the only cheerful voices and laughter are those of the little ones, who fortunately, are far from tensions and sufferings.

Oh Daddy God, oh Brother God, oh Friend God, I would have more to tell You, but this is enough for those who have listened to me. Furthermore, You already read in my heart and, before my mouth utters a word, You already know it; before I can decipher a feeling, You feel it already and then we implore You: "Come to our help".

Among the members of our community there have been fragilities, failures, omissions, but how many times have I wondered: when will the law that the innocent has to pay for the sinner end and the just has to pay for the unjust? When will this law end? I hope soon, because Your Kingdom, a Kingdom of peace, can finally begin to be visible on this Earth, which, at the moment, knows dirt, pride, selfishness, a frantic search for wealth and sinful pursuit of pleasure.

My God, thanks for having listened to me and I ask You to forgive me if, unintentionally, I might have displeased you with a few words or expressions. And now let me turn to the Mother. How many times she said to us: "Cheer up, cheer up" and then she, the Mother of the Eucharist, suffered and wept with us because of our situation and confided to us: "My children, I feel so sorry, I can hardly manage to tell you: «Cheer up»”. Oh Mother, if you do not help us, if you do not defend us, if you do not support us, if you do not intercede with God, who can do it on our behalf? Please collect all the prayers that have been addressed to you, especially those that have remained hidden in the secret of the heart of each of us and bring them to God because your hands are spotless, your heart is pure, your soul is immersed in the fullness of grace. Here it is, God cannot continue to say to you to still wait and, as in the wedding of Cana, as in the cenacle, while the apostles awaited the descent of the Holy Spirit, you have accelerated the action of God, so also now intercede to our advantage and for those who truly love you.

Mom, we are here, I know you are listening to me and you are gathering my every word to bring it to God, please do it and, as always, despite our weaknesses and fragility we say: "My God, may your will be done", but we say it together with you because, in this way, we feel more comprehended, protected, caressed and embraced.

Thank you mom, for listening to us and never getting tired of being close to each of us, especially those who suffer in body and soul; all for the Glory of God, all for the salvation of souls, for the rebirth of the Church, for ever to You, or God, Praise, Honor and Glory. Forever and ever. Amen.