“The damned could be saved...anytime. But they refused to give up their sins. Though they suffered endlessly, they would not give them up, even for salvation, perfect divine love.I hadn't understood at the time. If sinners were unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.”
“I hadn’t understood at the time. If sinners were so unhappy,why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why.Without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my pastwas my life.”
“If sinners were so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I?”
“without my wounds, who was i? my scars were my face, my past was my life.”
“They knew, though, she would not suffer as they had suffered. She was perfect. They were scarred.”
“But you were Mine. My child. And I would not give you up.”