My First Glimpse of Divine Mercy

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This is the Day! And this is the moment! I Was Called to Share: My First Vision of Jesus.

Gentle and mystical. Where divine messages are sealed in silence.

A Vision at the Divine Retreat Centre:

The year was 2000. I was just nineteen, my heart both eager and a little uncertain as I knelt in the hushed reverence of the adoration service at the Divine Retreat Centre. 

The air hummed with unspoken prayers, the soft glow of candles casting dancing shadows. In the quiet of that moment, a deep longing stirred within me. 

I prayed with a sincerity that surprised even myself, asking God to reveal His merciful face. What happened next remains etched in my memory with an almost tangible clarity. 



Before I could discern the figure of Jesus, my sight was overwhelmed by a brilliant light, an almost tangible radiance of yellowish-red that seemed to throb with an unearthly power.

As I gazed, lost in the warmth and intensity of this radiant light, it began to coalesce, to take form. Slowly, the luminous glow shifted, and with a clarity that pierced my soul, the image of Jesus on the cross emerged. It wasn't the triumphant Christ, but the suffering Savior, moments from death. The 'merciful face' I had sought was not one of serene glory, but one etched with pain, bearing the marks of unimaginable sacrifice. Yet, even in his agony, there was a profound sense of love and forgiveness that resonated deep within me."

"It wasn't a gentle image, not the serene depictions I was accustomed to. Instead, I saw Him. Jesus, on the cross, in the moments just before his final breath. The weight of his suffering was palpable.


The one who writes in the quiet, marked with the signet of the King.

Let me be the pen. Lord, you be the writer!  

Mercy 

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