In the last few months the suffering of our sister Marisa has increased more and more, reaching such a high intensity that has driven the Bishop to ask the community a "spiritual campaign" of little sacrifices, fasting and prayers to implore God's mercy and hasten the time of His interventions.

Dear Heavenly Mummy, the title with which we invoke you, Mother of the Eucharist, is sweet, gentle and is comforting us in times of testing, suffering and pain.
I, Bishop ordained by God, called by God to carry out in the Church, with Marisa, missions that, by human judgment, are difficult, if not impossible, at this time when the waves of the storm seem to submerge us, the sun seems to hide behind the clouds, the moon seems not to enlighten our worn and burdened walk and also by interpreting the feelings of my brothers and sisters, I turn to you, powerful by grace from God.
You are the Mother of God, the Mother of the Eucharist, the Mother of the Church, it is to you that I turn with confidence. We have learned to turn to God by calling Him Daddy in a familiar way, but always united with deference, but the children for the mummy have more confidence, feel more comfortable to converse and have more transport for. I know that at the moment, as in every other time when we turn to You, You are listening with love and patience.
You know what has matured in my heart between yesterday evening and this morning: to do a campaign of prayers, small and big sacrifices and, for those who can do it, fasting, in order to implore God together with you, all of the Heaven and our brothers who are in Purgatory, to anticipate whatever there is in His plan. You are the only one able to succeed, you are the only one able to realize this desire of ours. In the past you have given evidence of this power of yours, when you sped up the descent of the Holy Spirit on you and on the apostles in the Cenacle and when at the wedding of Cana you got Jesus to anticipate the moment to work a miracle. You know better than we do how to carry out the task of Mother and Mediatrix. You see how tired and tried are the Seer and I, it looks like the exhaustion is destroying our existence and, as she already told you last Sunday, we are laboring just to smile and speak. We are comforted to know that if we have reached this weariness, it is for the cooperation in the implementation of the triumph of the Eucharist, your triumph and the triumph of the Church; now this last stretch of road is very hard and difficult. Often we lose our way, not because we do not want to go on, not because we are uncertain about the goal, but simply because if we look at the goal, to our strength, exhausted by now, it seems too distant and far away.
We always bowed, even if at times with an inner commotion and at times with exterior wailings, to God's will that has brought us from one situation to another. We have followed Him in all these changes. But now, oh Mother, we are asking you with filial tenderness: persuade God to intervene, for we are in the year of hope. By now a third of this year has gone by, there are still nine months to its end. With the proclamation of the year of hope I nurtured the trust that it would have marked the beginning of God's interventions. I acknowledge that in 1999, the year when our triumph had to come true, we were not ready. In our midst there were some bad apples, but now they have been removed. In fact, through your maternal caresses and the support you have frequently given us, I believe that this community has learned to love God, the Eucharist, and all men. Even among us at times there are some sparks and little argumentations burst out caused by jealousy and envy, but they are quickly appeased by love.
Oh Mother, you are our commander. Just when you asked us to do the mission with the priests of Rome and I said to you: "You are our queen, go forth and we will follow you", today again I say to you: "You are our Mother, go forth and we will follow you" I know that you, as you are our Mummy, want to see the end of our Gethsemane. I love the Gethsemane, but by now it is a long time we are confined. We know every corner of this garden, every plant, we have counted every olive leaf, to underline how long we have been inside here. Now take us by hand and bring us to the Tabor, transfigure our attitude so much tried, afflicted, sad, in a serene, cheerful, bursting attitude, for you are also the Mother of joy and you want give it to your children.
As from today we will commit to do a campaign of prayers and good deeds for one month, which will end on May 13, feast of Our Lady of Fatima, to whom we are much tied for the reasons Daddy God told me.
I have begun this prayer by borrowing a military term, "campaign", and I will end it by borrowing again another military term, "surround". Yes, we want to surround God together with you and to all of the Heaven, with our love, with our faith, with our hope, with our prayers and our good deeds. We won't raise from this position of prayer and suffering, until God, smiling, will tell you, and you will tell us, that at last the long trial period is over or at least that it is going to end. Marisa and I offer you as a gift all these 37 years. You know better than we do how hard, suffered and thorny they have been. We offer them to you, wrap them up with your maternal love and show them to God, together with my beloved Joseph, my dear grandmother Iolanda, the latter popes and all the angels and saints, so that it may really begin at the earliest what God has promised us and that we blindly believe and confidently wait for.
Mummy, thank you for listening to me. Daddy God, surely You have followed word by word this prayer of mine, and to You too flow our loving greetings, our thankful love and the request to be forgiven if sometimes we were not up to the task You have entrusted us with. You know, God, we love You and for You we are even ready to give our life.
To You, Daddy God, to You, Brother God, to You, Friend God, to You, God Three in One, glory and honor. World without end. Amen.

Rome, 13th April 2008

+ Claudio Gatti
Bishop ordained by God
Bishop of the Eucharist