The Vine and the Branches and the Eucharist
“I am the Vine and my Father is the Vine Grower” of the fruitful Vine that bears the fruits of eternal life from which the true wine that begets virgins is extracted, my Blood shed at the place of my sorrowful Passion.
My Father is the Vine Grower, who cultivated this vine who is your Jesus. He loves me and sacrifices me on your behalf. He loves me with the infinite love of which only God is capable and nevertheless gives his only Son for the salvation of the world. He, as a true farmer, planted, cultivated, and cared for this plant with paternal tenderness, this vine loaded with clusters of the most perfect virtues, born from the womb of Mary and watered continuously with heavenly graces.
My Father wants the branches united to me, the vine, to bear fruit; “those who do not abide in me will be thrown out like branches and wither.” They will bear no fruit and will dry out…
Remain in my love. Do you know what it means to remain in my love? It means to have with Jesus the same love, feeling and being. It means to suffer, not looking at the earth but at the cross, loving with patience, constancy, and enjoyment. It means to follow a life of prayer, self-denial, and purity without leaving me, without being dissipated by the things of this world, without being troubled by adversity of any kind. It means always to be willing to fight again after each misfortune; it means to love, to love and to know that love makes everything that is difficult easy and everything that is bitter, sweet.
Imitating me, leave yourself in the hands of my Father, the Vine Grower, so that he thinks in your soul, lives in your body, loves in your heart; so that, remaining in my love, all your actions may have supernatural value and be a reproduction of the vine itself.
If you do this your sacrifices and prayers will be efficacious, because, if you are united to me, the Father will grant you whatever you ask.
Come to your Vine, Jesus, who wants to nourish you with his substance. Come so that I introduce you to my Father, the Vine Grower, and tell him that you are mine, that my juice gives you life and that you only want to grow and develop in his hands. Come to be planted in the fruitful soil of my Eucharist.