My Lord, we recognize and praise You: the One and Triune God, as the song that we have been performing is saying. After we have adored and recognized You as one only God in Three Persons, equal and distinct, I dare address my Brother Jesus. I do not want to neglect Daddy God and Brother God, but, as we are celebrating Marisa's vows anniversary, it is proper that I address the One who wants to be called Marisa's Spouse. While I was holding You, during the procession, I was certain that at my side there were in adoration our Mother, S. Joseph and the whole of Heaven, but, once more, it was You holding me. In those moments, in my mind, 38 years that we lived together went by, even if so quickly.
Yes, Jesus, I can confirm before my children, brothers and sisters that we have embellished all these years with so much love and so much suffering. Love was growing, but so was the pain, and there was a run-up, especially in the latter period for which I can utter: "Jesus, how could we have loved You so much and suffered so much for You"? The only answer is: You filled our hearts with love, we had the Eucharist, the spring of love from where we have drawn with both hands. I've said it many times, Jesus, that if I wouldn't have had my Mass and Marisa wouldn't have had the Eucharist, how many times we would have fallen! But when we were falling, You either lifted us up at the right time or You wanted us to experience the bitterness of defeat and the trial of abandonment You lived in the Gethsemane. 38 years, Jesus, is a lifetime, Your life, enclosed in this long journey that I, your brother, have spent together with your spouse.
You know, Jesus, the sleepless nights, when I used to have a watch beside little Marisa and I experienced what You have experienced in the Gethsemane, at the Sanhedrin, at Pilate's praetorium, on the way to Calvary and the Calvary itself. I did not see my sister Marisa's face, but that of my brother Jesus and I did not hear her words, but yours. I think I can say, Jesus, that your spouse Marisa is the person who, in the entire History of the Church, resembles You the most, she is the one who shared most of Your sufferings, is the one who more often drank the bitter cup of pain and shed more blood, for she is the one who loved You most. Jesus, You are happy when I speak of your spouse. Every husband when he hears compliments addressed to his bride is happy, he is rejoicing and You are rejoicing right now, You are happy, because You think at the beauty of Your spouse's soul that I, after You, know better than any other man. At this moment our heart is groaning because of those who are governing the Church, thinking only about power, wealth and disorderly pleasures. These men unfairly condemned me and Marisa, but by condemning us, above all they condemned You. These men felt they could get rid of us to achieve their goals, but the time will come when Your powerful hand will oust them from their thrones and the vision that Marisa had more than once, will become reality. Marisa has seen many times these people gnashing their teeth, frothing with rage and uttering blasphemous words.
You have allowed Satan to tempt us and put us through a hard test, after all You have also allowed him to tempt You and the Mother of the Eucharist as well. It was disgusting that diabolical being when a few days ago cowardly took advantage of Marisa's conditions of fatigue and weakness to deceive her, but this deception did not last long, for he was exposed and the truth became a vibrant reality.
Devil has surrounded us, hurt us, made us suffer, and now we are here before You, Jesus, to show our wounds, especially those on little Marisa, because she was viciously and savagely beaten to the point that bruises, marks and scratches were visible on her body. But now all this belongs to the past, we managed to be winners over the devil and over men like him. Now, my Lord, my Brother, my God, what can I ask? The people who have preceded me asked it so lovingly and respectfully during this Eucharistic adoration; You have heard them, and certainly with your head You hinted "Yes".
I know that in Heaven everything is ready to welcome little Marisa: even the angels and saints have learned a new chant to welcome her. Jesus, You only know this day, all other dates have been erased, but there is one that keeps on shining.
You remember, Jesus, when Marisa saw two dates written in golden letters, that of the triumph of the Eucharist: January 10, 2000 and the other: March 9, 2005, when you let her go forcefully to hospital, instead of being present at the thaumaturgic place with me to celebrate the anniversary of my priestly ordination. There she spent, and You know it well, terrible days and nights. Now, Jesus, I think it's time to consider the last date about Your spouse and my sister. A date that, at your invitation, we are praying for since some time and at this moment, with this prayer of mine, I entrust it to the motherly Heart of the Mother of the Eucharist, her earthly mother, grandmother Iolanda, my beloved St. Joseph and all the other saints and angels, joining their hands in a supreme act of love. I hope, my God, while smiling You will say: "Soon I am going to take my spouse to bring her to Heaven to enjoy, for all eternity." I end this spontaneous prayer, by inviting all the people present to repeat after me: "Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit for ever and ever. Amen".

+ Claudio Gatti
Bishop ordained by God
Bishop of the Eucharist