[Jesus speaking] “In creating man, I acted like a king who, wanting to render his kingdom happy, takes a million and puts it in circulation, so that whoever wants it may take of it. But as much as it circulates, only a few take a few cents. Now, the king is anxious to know whether the peoples are taking the good he wants to do to them, and he asks whether his million is finished so as to put out more millions. But he is answered: ‘Majesty, just a few cents.’ The king feels sorrow in hearing that his people are not receiving his gifts, nor do they appreciate them. So, going out into the midst of his subjects, he begins to see some covered with rags, some infirm, some starving, some shivering with cold, some homeless; and in his sorrow, the king bursts into sobs of crying, and says: ‘Ah! had they taken my money, I would see no one giving me dishonor, covered with rags, but rather, well dressed; nor would I see them infirm, but healthy. I would see no one starving and almost dead from hunger, but full. Had they taken my money, no one would be homeless; they could very well have built themselves a room in which to take shelter.’ In sum, for each misfortune he sees in his kingdom, he has a sorrow, a tear; and he grieves over his million which the ingratitude of the people rejects. But the goodness of this king is so great, that in spite of such great ingratitude, he does not withdraw this million—he lets it continue to circulate, hoping that other generations may take the good which others have rejected, and so he may receive the glory of the good he has done to his kingdom.
“So I do: My Love which has come out I will not withdraw—It will continue to go wandering. Its sobbing will last still, until It finds souls who would take this Love of Mine down to the last penny, so that My crying may cease, and I may receive the glory of the dowry of the Love that I have issued for the good of creatures. But do you know who the fortunate ones are, who will make the sobbing of My Love cease? The souls who will live in My Will. They will take all the Love rejected by the other generations; with the power of My creative Will, they will multiply It as much as they want, and for as many creatures as have rejected It from Me. Then will Its sobbing cease, and the sob of joy will take its place; and Love, satisfied, will give to these fortunate ones all the goods and the happiness which others did not want.”