Mama Julia's Inspiring Spiritual Message to meditate on the Anniversary of the Eucharistic Miracle, May 16, 2024


 
Jesus loves even sordid souls distorted by sins!
Let’s be careful with even one word uttered carelessly!

Praise be to Jesus! Praise be to the Blessed Mother!

It's been raining all these days, right? Jesus promised that He would change the heavy rain pouring down into Streams of Water of Mercy like a high and strong waterfall and wash our souls and bodies thoroughly. (Amen!) He seems to grant us Streams of Water of Mercy because our hearts are dry these days.


The Lord works for us in various ways, but we should also turn our daily lives into prayers without overlooking anything. Whether the rain fell on you or not, I offered it up for you. So I hope you receive more graces, including that grace, today.

But I have had a hard time opening my eyes since yesterday morning. By having a swollen belly like this, I offered up the pain in reparation for abortion. My head felt like it was going to explode, and I eventually collapsed. I have had a herniated disc in my neck for over 20 years, making it impossible to lift my neck. After visiting the hospital and undergoing a CT scan, they said my cervical spine was stenotic and the condition would spread throughout my body. I hadn’t realized it was that serious.

Also, these days, due to my heart I feel suffocation and tightness. Due to myocardial infarction, if I put medicine under my tongue, it (my blood vessels) dilate. Sometimes, even taking medicine 3 times didn't work (You cannot take it more than three times). I went to the university hospital several times because of the myocardial infarction. I put medicine under my tongue three times, but they gave me an additional dose because they felt it an emergency. My heart completely went into spasm. Even last night, I nearly went to the emergency room, calling 911, but I offered up that pain for you.

My head hurt so much that I couldn't stand it. I felt like I was utterly dying yesterday. I said, "When I die, please do my makeup." I thought I was dying yesterday. When I applied the wondrous medicine to my head, something like golden fragrant oil was granted. It smelled like something I'd never smelled before. I thought, "I feel like I'm going to die." I genuinely felt like I might die, so I applied the wondrous medicine several times. And it felt like golden fragrant oil was poured down. I truly believe you will surely receive a lot of healing today. May you all be healed!


Today, May 16, back in 1991, was the day when the miracle was performed, which transformed the Eucharist into Flesh and Blood. As blood vessels formed from the edges of the Eucharist, It transformed into blood. At that time, we couldn’t even think about taking pictures, so we couldn’t do it enough. Today, our Father Su usually speaks to you during Mass about the Eucharistic Miracle, so I would like to talk about “Because of One Word.” May I do that? (Yes!)

Before, the book of my meditation poems, “Poems of Love for the Lord,” was published, right? But I didn’t mean to write poems. They were from my diary, the daily occurrences. “I Am a Shabby House”—It came out because I felt truly shabby.

Have you watched the “Marian Apparitions of the 20th Century”? (Yes!) At that time, they came from the USA to cover the news. We were all there with a priest. Earlier, I was making a lot of money running a beauty parlor, but I quit. I had a mattress-style cushion which was not that good; it was merely a little thicker than the Korean mattress placed underneath. I had the Korean traditional white jacket and black skirt bought by Julio. Also, my eldest daughter had bought me a two-piece black top and bottom for 35,000 Won by saving her pocket money.


So I wore them that day. And that priest was so lovely to me back then. But when he returned, he scolded me over the phone. The watch I wore cost 10,000 Won. But he asked me, "Where did you get the money to wear such a nice watch? Where did you get the money to wear such a nice Korean traditional dress? Where did you get the money to wear such nice western clothes? Where did you get the money to buy such nice mats?" I said they were not expensive, but he talked for about three and a half hours about them. So, I decided to go to the priest to ask for forgiveness.

Then, oh my goodness, the devil hated that. At that time, I didn't have a car, so I asked a volunteer brother to drive for me and rented a car. However, the rented car had a faulty engine. Andrew, who had been healed of his myocardial infarction, was driving the car. When the car wouldn't start, he kicked it, and it moved. While it was moving, whenever it stopped, he would kick it repeatedly. As a result, it took us 8 hours to get to Suwon.

There were no pagers or mobile phones back then. If I wanted to make a phone call, I had to go somewhere, which was also difficult. It took a very long time for me to get there without being able to make a phone call. When I finally arrived with Julio and Andrew, the priest looked at me like this.

It was my first time seeing him like that, and I was so scared. I was so surprised—wow! It was to the extent that I got diarrhea right away! I went to the toilet and had severe diarrhea. Again, I returned to him, but since he was still there, I got diarrhea again. It happened a total of 12 times. Since I kept going back and forth in a short time, the toilet lacked water to flush.

I entered the room and prayed, “Oh, Jesus, this is the 12th time. Please place a 12-star laurel crown on the priest. And Jesus! The priest is angry, so please stop me from having diarrhea. Please stop it before he gets even angrier.” And then the diarrhea really stopped.

So I went to his room and asked for forgiveness, “Father, My apologies. I was wrong.” Then he shouted, “That’s a Korean way!” “Father, I am Korean. I don’t know a foreign way of expressing sorry, so please teach me... I will do that.” Then he said, “How dare you talk back! Get out! Get out! Get out!” I got kicked out.

No matter how much I asked for forgiveness, it was no use. “You lied about the Blessed Mother weeping Tears of Blood, right? And Tears as well? And Fragrant Oil, right?” He is the one who witnessed the Blessed Mother’s Tears, Tears of Blood, and Fragrant Oil enormous times. I couldn’t possibly help it after struggling with him for three hours so I just left.

Upon my return, I wrote in my diary, “Lord, I am a shabby house. Do You not desire a high and lofty palace, but are You seeking this shabby house?' I wrote this diary hoping that the Lord may polish and repair this sinner for His use. In this way, it was written as my diary. So to speak, it contains my soul. Therefore, if you truly read it as a meditation, it will become yours.

Another one written in this way is “Because of One Word.” Due to the volunteers' jealousy and hurting one another with words, I penned the meditation poem “Because of One Word” and distributed it to them all. You can start your day by seeking Jesus and the Blessed Mother, offering the Prayers of Life. And then consistently reading and meditating on the poem until nightfall. Thus, whenever you are tempted to speak carelessly, reading it will prevent you from doing it.
I grew up alone most of the time. I don't have any close family. Even though many wanted to marry me, I didn't have any interest in seeing anyone despite people’s suggestions. The pharmacist, I shook him off also till the end. He said to me, “I will become a vampire, sucking your blood.” Being a pharmacist during those times was considered awesome. That's why all the women liked him. He was so handsome and tall that women went out of their minds for him.

But after knowing me for several years, the pharmacist thought, "Oh, this is the woman I really want." So he made up his mind and got his family's permission, saying, "Let's get married." But I said, "No, I don't want to do it." Before, he had already told his parents, "I will marry the poorest, least educated, and nicest woman in the world." Since he told his parents I was the nicest woman in the world, they approved of his proposed marriage. Because many women disgustingly chased him, he didn't get married until he was over 30 at the time.


Even though I didn't have much education and my family background was poor, and everything was bad; how could he disrespect my dignity? No matter how distinguished his family was, he wasn't supposed to disrespect anyone's dignity.
Also, when I was in the middle school, after reading my poem “The Girl Is Not Lonely,” men liked me more and followed me around. At that time, there was a single man who owned three houses begged me to marry him, but I said, "I will marry a person who has many siblings and a father," so I chose Julio and married him.

Not only did my father-in-law graduate from college, but my father graduated also from college back then. However, tragedy occurred because of the Korean War. I was disregarded. My in-laws were initially wealthy but because my parents-in-law guaranteed someone’s debt, they became poor. I can't imagine how I paid off that massive debt for them. The Lord did it for me. I couldn't do it. Julio didn't know anything about it. No matter how much my mother-in-law disregarded and persecuted me and what she did, I never once spoke to him about it.

If my siblings-in-law said they wanted something, I even sold my rings to buy it for them. If they said, "Your neck t-shirt is pretty," then I took off my neck t-shirt right away and gave it to them. I have tried all sorts for my in-laws, while I myself kept starving. Since my in-laws loved cockles so much, I bought them one mal (around 8kg) at a time. While I kept starving, I also bought blood cockles that my father-in-law liked.

Since I was young, I didn't eat or spend money for myself. But I realized the Lord provided for me. When we truly practice love, even if we can’t eat, He fills us up. Was there a person as strong as me? There wasn't. Oh my goodness, my legs had such strong muscles. Even the daughters of the family who ate well had soft muscles. My words are going back and forth.

My brothers-in-law called me their older sister. Even when they were serving in the military, they would say, “Sister, I miss the Kimchi you made.” And then they told me to stop talking politely to them. But I said that's not right. We had such a fun time. However, as they got married, they became like strangers. I had hoped to marry into a family with many siblings and live a good life together, but God didn’t even want that.

When I gave birth to a baby, I was advised to breastfeed for precisely one year, and I followed it diligently. I always do whatever is said to be good. After a year, they said it would be bad for the baby if I continued breastfeeding, so I stopped. However, in my case, I had a lot of milk, so I faced this situation. If I had pumped breast milk, my breasts would have been less painful, but I couldn't afford to buy even a pump because I had to pay off my in-laws' debt and continue providing money to my mother-in-law.


But when my mother took my baby, I wanted to go to my in-laws' house to help my mother-in-law however I could. So I went there with my body in that state. Then she told me to grind rice in a mortar (the old-fashioned kind). Think about it. My breasts were swollen with milk and suffering from mastitis, and I had to pound them. Could I have pounded them with force, like “Boom! Boom!”? I did it this way because it hurt terribly.

Then, my mother-in-law opened the door. "Oh my! Really! I don't know how vicious bitches can stop breastfeeding from their own baby!" she cursed. Then, she opened the door again, and said, "Oh my goodness! How great it would be for someone to have a healthy daughter-in-law!" But, I practiced Semchigo as if I were loved and continued pounding in the mortar, while the milk kept flowing from my breasts. How convenient the world has become now! Back then, if I placed a towel here (under my breast), it would quickly get wet, and I had to wash it repeatedly. In that state, I made the rice cake for her.

But as I turned it into prayers and practiced Semchigo, I was able to do so happily. Dear ones, we should do everything happily, in anything! However, people in the world blame others and complain even about small matters.

When I was in the first grade at elementary school, my second cousin got married. When her bridegroom saw me, he adored me so much that he only cared about me. Then he suggested I visit his house with him. I wanted to do so, but I could not even say that I had to work. I asked him to ask my uncle’s wife and mother. Then my uncle’s wife allowed me to go. The bridegroom cared for me so much and told me stories, saying, “It was so jjang!” (like a dialect). I have never seen anyone talk as amusingly as him until now. I stayed at his house for five days.

In the past, when someone got married, everyone in the neighborhood cooked for them. I ate just a little so as not to disgrace my cousin even a little bit. My cousin was eating well. She finished one bowl with ease. One time, she left some rice. I pondered we should eat cleanly. As for me, I ate my rice without leaving a single grain in the bowl.

I still do the same now. If someone leaves even a grain of rice, saying, “Prayers of Life! For the souls that would be abandoned!” I help them eat it all. Our family (volunteers) practices it well. But sometimes they leave a grain of rice. I ask them to finish it for the souls who would otherwise be abandoned and to practice the Prayers of Life.

Back then, my cousin had grains at the sides of the bowl. So I, as the little one, said, "Excuse me." Then all the adults looked at me. I said, "I am sorry. Well…" Then they said, "Yeah, anything? You want more rice?” I was of few words, so I just said, "I mean… May I have that rice too?"

In the old poor days, we would eat barley rice, but newlyweds would get the privilege to eat white rice. It wasn’t easy to have white rice back then. The newlywed's rice had a little more white rice than mine. So, they thought I wanted to eat that and said, “Okay, okay. Eat it all.” “Then I will do so.” I took her bowl. I covered it with my hand in case people would see it. I pretended to eat the rice in the bowl, cleaning each grain at the sides of the bowl and eating them. But oh my, people noticed me. They figured it out. “Ome, ome!” It’s direct from Jeolla Province (meaning “Oh my!”). “Ome, ome! What kind of kid is she? Oh my, I wish you would become my daughter-in-law!”

I thought to myself, “O my goodness, I tried to save my aunt's face worried that she would be criticized, but I ended up causing her more trouble.” But what do you think I did then? It's a prayer of life, as you know. Since I was very young, I have never let anything be crooked in my life. It has already been all prepared by the Lord.

I went to Julio’s sworn brother’s house with him. I never said that I was sick when I was there. I slept there, woke up early in the morning, swept even their yard, and went to the kitchen to cook breakfast. While I was cooking, I heard a voice from the room. “Manbok! Abandon such an ailing wife. Kick her away! I will marry you to a virgin.” I said to myself, “What? Let’s see his answer.” I listened to what they said while cooking in the kitchen. I heard nothing from Julio. “Oh, brother, how can you say that?” I wanted to hear something like this. But he said nothing. I didn't hear anything from him.

The man’s eldest daughter said, “Gosh, how could her mother marry off such a daughter? If I am that sick, I won’t get married.” They continued talking like that. “Wow, I’ll see how well you live without getting sick after you get married.” Did I say this? No, I didn’t. I practiced Semchigo as if I were loved!

But the daughter grew up and got married. A year or two later, her husband died. So she developed heart disease and her life was very difficult in many ways. Therefore, we shouldn't speak recklessly because we never know what will happen to ourselves or our children. Let's indeed be careful and cautious with each one of our words.

Then I heard another voice. “She became spoiled because she was raised alone with all the support.” At that moment, I was so heartbroken. Because when my mother raised me, she disciplined me harshly with a rod in order not to hear me as the daughter of a single mother, a fatherless daughter. She raised me with so much difficulty all this time, and hearing those words hurt my heart so much. It's not as if they were having a hard time helping me or as if I couldn’t do anything because I was sick.


Even though I had cancer, I lived with and took care of my 96-year-old grandmother-in-law. I had never said I was sick, but they said that I was spoiled because I was raised alone with all the support.” They were words beyond my capacity to bear. So I just left what I was doing there and walked out of that house.

Then my husband followed me out. I said to him, “Oh, now I feel relieved.” “What do you mean?” I told him I felt relieved because he could marry a healthy virgin even if I was not around him. Then he said, “It's just a joke. Don't be so sensitive.” He just scolded me instead. “Okay. Let me practice Semchigo as if I were loved.” But that incident really pained my heart.

When I was young, there was this friend named Jeomja who, when I went on group activities, asked for my book bundle, took all the good things, and hid the rest in the mountains. (And I got beaten up by her family for no reason). As her grandmother said, “You can’t be helped as you are a Hol-uemssi’s daughter,” my mother heard that, and started to stumble. I didn't know what she meant when I was young.

I asked my aunt, “What does Hol-umssi’s daughter mean?” and she taught me. Seeing how much my mother was hurt by those words, to avoid being labeled as Hol-umssi’s daughter, the daughter of a widow and a child without a father, I really made bloody efforts from then on. Despite that, whenever I went there, I didn't even sit down from helping with the housework (of Julio’s sworn brother). But still, they talked like that. There have been various incidents over the years. It would take days to tell them all.

After that, various incidents occurred. The family at the uncle-in-law’s house kept telling me I was the daughter of a widow and all sorts of things. One day, my grandmother-in-law, my mother-in-law and the wife of uncle-in-law told me to come to them, and I followed them like a calf being dragged to the slaughterhouse. We ended up going to the fortune teller’s house. They had already planned it out to drive me away.

The fortune teller started saying all sorts of nasty things like, “An unsuitable daughter-in-law came into the household. Her husband shouldn’t live with her,” and so on. Suddenly, the fortuneteller really got in touch with the spirit. She said, “Stop mistreating your daughter-in-law! Even if you were to sit her down on a gold cushion in the middle of the room, it still wouldn't appease her. But how could you keep harassing her like that? Stop it!” They were told to stop the harassment. So the three of them got severely scolded by the fortuneteller. The Lord works in whatever ways! It's not just me, I'm sure you all have been like that too, even if you don't remember. I didn’t even know about God at all back then.


The wife of uncle-in-law tried many different ways to drive me out. Before, my mother-in-law had said, “Even if you had a baby, if the marital compatibility was not good, I would break off the engagement. But the compatibility was so good that I let it go.” But then she fell for the wife of my uncle-in-law.

But my grandmother-in-law, mother-in-law, and the wife of my uncle-in-law got scolded there. The wife of uncle-in-law admitted it saying, “I’m so sorry. I did wrong.” So I could escape from that situation. Since those things kept happening one after another, I became so overwhelmed. There were tremendous challenges in the meantime. Likewise, that one word can kill or save a person.

The Lord said He has prepared me and said, “Make known your life.” That is why I am doing it. So, we should really consider, “What is that person’s vulnerable point?” and avoid hurting it, but encourage them to do well. We should be really careful about what we say. I actually saw someone die because of words. A single word. Since we never know where a single word we say carelessly will take root, let us consider every single word important and strive to have a mouth of holiness that can speak holy words.

Before, there was a brother named Paul. Before that, His wife was diagnosed with cancer, which had metastasized to her lungs. So they came to Naju. However, Paul himself didn’t go to Church despite being born into a Catholic family for three generations. It was because his wife was always at the church while rarely coming home. He persecuted his wife even with a crucifix at home or praying the rosary.

When his wife was diagnosed with cancer, his older sister introduced him to Naju. He attentively listened to her, and repented for what he had done wrong. He brought his wife to Naju. At first, his wife did not accept it well. I was praying for her and I found she didn’t repent. When I put my hand on her chest and prayed for her, I vomited a lot of blood. There were 15 clumps of blood. I didn't even know how many clumps at that time. They gave me tissues, and I was told there were 15 bundles of tissue soaked in blood.

This sister’s body was as cold as ice. She called herself a “refrigerator” although she wasn’t as cold as I was (when I had terminal cancer). Later, she was getting better little by little, her body was warming up, and she was repenting. Yet, she still didn’t want to stay here and kept trying to leave.

Still, the repentance of that sister was crucial. It’s so relieving that she came to Naju. She was so resentful of her husband, but later she even called him Jesus. If she hadn't come here, she would have resented her husband for the rest of her life. Because she was always just going to church, neglecting taking care of home and even their babies. So her husband beat her with the rosary. But Paul came to the Blessed Mother’s House, continued to repent and take care of his wife. Then, his wife repented so much that she even started calling him Jesus.

After that, they left. I wish she came to Naju, but as I heard, she went to Mt. Seorak and faced death there. She passed away without any pain, though. Paul remarked, “If only she had repented more by coming to Naju back then... Sister Julia vomited even 15 bundles of tissue with blood and suffered the pain for her reparation instead. But still, she didn’t fully repent, so it’s regrettable.” So, I said, it was fortunate that she faced death after repenting at least to that extent. Let's all strive to do well while we're alive. When we're dying, it's too late for regrets. So, we can make a new start from now on.

It's okay if we've done something really wrong so far. We can make a new start now. We have hope! Dear ones, you all can do it. You can do it. I will go with you till the end. I believe we can do it! Dear all, you all can do it. Jesus said, "Make your life known." Why do you think the Lord said, “Make your life know?” He also told you to do the same. Without hate, embrace everyone with love.

Oh, someone left a comment to me through Kakaotalk. "Do I have to do good deeds immediately when I do good deeds or love? Should we consider all the things before doing a good deed?" asking me like this. What is the child's heart (Immediately!) I've never thought, "Oh, would it be okay if I help this person?" I've never done that before. When we think about things, we are calculating. Jesus and the Blessed Mother said, “Do not weigh or calculate,” right? So, we should perform acts of kindness and show love as a simple soul. Amen!

Let us meditate on what words Jesus, the Blessed Mother have given us. Accept these as the words given to you.

This is the Message of Love from Jesus on May 16, 1991.


“All My children of the world!
Because I love you so much, I manifest that Love by coming to you in the form of bread hiding My Divinity, dignity and even human appearance. I come to you in person in the form of bread because of My great Love for you. I love even those souls who have become so sordid and distorted because of sins, because I am Love Itself. I will always be with you.”
 Amen!

This is the Message of Love from the Blessed Mother on May 16, 2006.

“My beloved children who have been called!

Your Lord, Who is present in the Mystery of the Holy Eucharist and loves even the souls who have become hardened with sins, and this Momma, Who is the shortcut for bringing up all of you with extreme love and taking you to Heaven, bestow boundless blessings on all of you gathered here to commemorate the anniversary of the change of the Eucharist into (visible) flesh and blood and also to honor me, by washing away the stains of sins which have defiled your souls so that you may become reborn with love.”
 Amen!

May the Messages of Love from Jesus and the Blessed Mother be fulfilled in all of you as they are. (Amen!)

Let us place our hands on our chest. Today is the day the Eucharistic miracle occurred, so let's completely empty our heart and meditate on whether we really put all our heart into it so that we can truly enshrine Jesus well in our hearts.

In order for Jesus to come to us and live, and for us to become a palace, a tabernacle, and a kingdom to enshrine Him, we must open wide the doors of our hearts, tidy them up clean. Only then should we truly welcome Jesus.

Even if we did something wrong, let’s say “We are really unworthy sinners. We did wrong and really broke Jesus' heart. But we will do better for Jesus, for the Blessed Mother. We will do better as penances.” And let’s work hard doing penance for Jesus and the Blessed Mother, not ten times, but twenty times, hundred times. Then Jesus will also adore us by saying, "Aha, look at this child."


Would the Lord turn a blind eye to such children who rush towards Him? The Lord, Who loves even the most heinous sinners, will adore you, His children who eagerly rush towards Him, say, “Yes, yes. My dear. Do better,” and gently stroke you.

Let us completely ask for forgiveness for our wrongdoing and surrender ourselves for the glory of the Lord. Please let us be more considerate and love our neighbors more and more by looking at the situation of our neighbors, not our own, and our ego, for the rest of our lives.

Let’s not fall into narcissism, thinking “Because you're that kind of person…” and judge or condemn others. Instead, let's refrain from condemning and think, “Yes, you are like this, but from now on, you can do better well!” Let's also offer encouragement. Let us be reborn with the love of Jesus and the blessed mother. So may it be glory to the Lord, comfort to the Blessed Mother, and may our gratitude never dry up.


๐ŸŽถ Mama’s Spiritual Song

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Beloved brothers and sisters, let's practice the Five Spiritualities.
The Spirituality of It’s My Fault resonates in the heavenly throne.
Let us offer all our suffering entirely to the Lord,
and let us be comforted, saved, and enjoy eternal life.

Despite the resentment and hatred of this loveless world,
the Spirituality of Semchigo brings miracles of love.
Even if our soul and body are sick and weary,
practice the Prayers of Live and live a life of the resurrection.

Who would want a loveless family?
Let’s build a holy family by practicing the Five Spiritualties.
Practicing the Five Spiritualties is the shortcut to Heaven.
Let’s love even our enemies with It’s My Fault and Semchigo.

When a wound-stricken poor soul wanders in sickness and weariness,
It's My Fault and Semchigo bring miracles of love.
By practicing the Five Spiritualities, let us reach Heaven, our home. Amen. Amen!
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