780. The Blessed Mother Came to Me Weeping Tears

💌 780. The Blessed Mother Came to Me Weeping Tears

At around 11:55 p.m. on June 30, 1985, the Blessed Mother came to me weeping for the first time. That evening, I had gone out with my husband and returned home late at night. My husband went to rest, and I entered the small room where the statue of the Blessed Mother was enshrined. There, I prayed the Rosary for the conversion of sinners and for souls who were destined to be lost (go to hell). Whenever I prayed the Apostles’ Creed and the Lord’s Prayer, I would always look at the crucifix. And during the Hail Marys, I would gaze at the statue of the Blessed Mother.

That night, as I prayed, “Hail Mary, full of grace…” and looked at the Blessed Mother’s statue, I noticed her face shimmering. Surprised, I quickly moved closer, and to my astonishment, I saw a clear tear flowing from her right eye and resting gently on her cheek. “Oh, Blessed Mother, what could be the reason for your tears?”

With a startled heart, I woke my husband who had just fallen asleep. “Julio, wake up. There’s something like a tear on the right eye of the statue of the Blessed Mother.” Together, we looked closely and saw that it was indeed a tear. At that time, neither my husband nor I had ever heard of stories about her shedding tears, let alone any apparition of the Blessed Mother. 

So we could never have imagined that the Blessed Mother would actually cry. Since I often used holy water, I wondered if it might be holy water and asked my family if anyone had sprinkled any recently, but no one had. Then I sprinkled holy water over the entire statue, and the water collected enough to pool even around the snake at the foot of the statue.

Although I had gone to bed, curiosity kept me from falling asleep. The next morning, around 6 a.m., I got up and saw that the holy water sprinkled on the statue of the Blessed Mother, as well as the holy water that had pooled at her feet, had completely dried. However, the tears welling in the Blessed Mother’s eyes had not dried at all. The tears had now run down from her eyes to her cheeks.

Unable to comprehend this astonishing phenomenon, my husband and I simply sat side by side, gazing at the Blessed Mother, praying, and quietly asking her in our hearts. We decided, “Let’s not tell anyone about this for now. Let’s just continue praying fervently and observe what happens,” and we spent the next few days that way. On Thursday, July 4, while the phenomenon was still continuing, we woke up in the morning and saw once again that the Blessed Mother was still weeping.

My husband had gone to work, and after attending a Legion of Mary meeting, I returned home only to be surprised. Although we hadn’t told anyone, somehow many people had already come while I was away, praying in front of the weeping statue of the Blessed Mother. I couldn’t help but be amazed. At that moment, I realized firsthand the meaning of the saying, “News travels fast.”

That day, as usual, I was waiting at the terminal for the bus to Gwangju to attend the Thursday Holy Hours. Just as I was about to get on the bus, I heard people calling out desperately, “Julia! Julia!” It was the superior nun, who knew I was going to Gwangju for the Holy Hour, sending people to urgently find me.

When I got home and called her, she scolded me, saying, “Julia, if something like this happens, you should have contacted the parish priest and me, a nun first. Now the Blessed Mother is weeping, so why would you go somewhere else for Holy Hour? You should pray before the weeping statue of the Blessed Mother.” Back then, I had never even heard that the Blessed Mother cried, so I couldn’t quite grasp what was happening.

But the moment I heard this from the superior nun, I suddenly realized, “Ah, it’s truly certain that the Blessed Mother is weeping!” At that instant, tears burst forth uncontrollably as the realization struck me. I thought, “How deeply sorrowful must this world be for her to shed tears?” I took the superior nun’s words as if they were spoken by the Lord and the Blessed Mother Themselves, and I began to pray and weep before the statue of the Blessed Mother.

I called Mr. Paul, the president of the Gwangju charismatic movement, and said, “The Blessed Mother is shedding tears.” He was startled and replied, “Then we must come down right away.” He came with the faithful who had been attending the Holy Hour, and together, we kept the Holy Hour before the statue of the Blessed Mother. President Paul said, “Julia, let’s try wiping away all the tears with a handkerchief.” His words pained my heart.

But with a heart of obedience, I prayed and offered up, “Blessed Mother, please forgive us. Please wipe away all the sins of our souls, so that we may become a handkerchief of love to wipe your tears.” Even after the president carefully wiped the tears cleanly with the handkerchief, the Blessed Mother soon began weeping again, and I found myself crying along with her. How deeply must her heart be pained to shed such endless tears?

“O, my love, my Lord! I, a sinful handmaid, who knows nothing, do not know what to do, so please personally take charge of everything and guide me. And help all the souls who came to see the Blessed Mother not be mere spectators, but that they might truly understand the meaning of her tears, repent, and be led to live a new life.” As I was offering this heartfelt prayer, I heard the majestic voice of the Lord Jesus.

“My beloved Little Soul! The tears that My Mother is shedding for the conversion of sinners will be a sign for all the churches in the whole world.”

My personal reflection note with Mama Julia🌹💗 

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