July 18, 1959
"Oh, the pride of souls! How they resist My grace! O My priests, My religious, what would I not do for you if you would only let me? I come daily laden with graces which you daily refuse.
"What am I to say of you, my best beloved? How long will you resist My love? It is from you I expect everything, and you give Me but the husks of your affections.
“How long will I bear with you, O My chosen ones? How long will you spurn My approaches?
“My little white dove, it was this ingratitude on the part of My priests and My religious that caused Me so much sorrow in My passion.
“Oh, how they resist My grace! How they fight against My love! So fearful are they that I will deprive them of their tawdry trinkets that they turn their backs lest they see the reproach in My eyes."