December 6, 1906
✞ Jesus hides to see what the soul does.
Volume 7 — Entry 71
Continuing in my usual state, I just barely saw my adorable Jesus, but so afflicted as to make the stones cry. He showed me cities besieged, as if foreign peoples wanted to invade Italy. All were shouting with grief and fright, and some were hiding. And Jesus, all afflicted, told me: "My daughter, what sad times! Poor Italy! She Herself is preparing the landing to perish. I have given Her much; I have favored Her more than any other nation, and in return She has given Me more bitternesses."
And as I wanted to pray Him to placate Himself by pouring His bitternesses into me, He disappeared.