This is the prayer that H.E. Mons. Claudio Gatti, Bishop ordained by God, formulated spontaneously before the Eucharist that bled. It points out our state of mind and expresses our unlimited trust in the interventions that God promised for the renaissance of the Church and for our triumph.

God Daddy, God Brother, God Friend, God One and Three, our heart suggests us to address the one whom You gave us as Mother, the Mother of the Eucharist, the Immaculate Mary, but our soul, that sees further, invites us to raise our filial and fond thought to You, our God, together with the whole Paradise, that today has welcome more souls from the Purgatory and that kneels reverently in adoration in front of Your throne. We place ourselves, little and humble, in the last place, behind our brothers and sisters who already enjoy the vision of Your face.
In this moment we address our glance towards Rome, city purified by the blood of martyrs, but even more purified by the blood that Your Son poured many times in this thaumaturgical place. From Rome, center of the Church, and from the thaumaturgical place, center of the eucharistic triumph, start many bridges that reach all the places where Our Lady appeared. For You, God One and Three, the distance is not an obstacle and you can make under the sky a multitude of bridges, so that the places of the apparitions may be united among them and converge towards Rome and the thaumaturgical place. You wanted Rome and La Salette, where the Mum cried; Rome and Lourdes, where You confirmed the dogma of the Immaculate Conception; Rome and Fatima, where you entrusted to little and simple shepherds truths not yet revealed; and finally Rome and all the other places, where you sent Our Lady to give graces and blessings, you wanted them to be two sides of the same reality. My God, you have ordered that by means of a decree, I acknowledged the authenticity and the supernatural origin of the apparitions of the Mother of the Eucharist to the visionary Marisa. This decree that I signed with happiness and docility, is Yours, because you made it be born inside my heart and I signed it at the presence of the Mother of the Eucharist. These bridges are the salvation of the Church, even if we know that now Our Lady's apparitions have come to an end in the other places and continue only in Rome, in the thaumaturgical place, until our sister's death.
Our God, our Father, sweet Daddy, in this place where you often manifest Yourself, we feel You near to us and we stretch our arms to You, as children to their parents. Our heart beats strongly, our eyes widen for the joy of meeting You and the Hope, theological virtue, to which we have dedicated this new year, prompts us to anchor ourselves to You.
God Daddy, God Brother, God Friend, we need to hope, but our hope sometimes, like a flame hit by the wind, trembles and seems to be even at the point of burning out. You know how many sufferings the men caused to us, hurling themselves with weakedness against us, how many trials we had to face, how many scars we have inside our souls and how many tears the Mum took, like pr4ecious pearls, and brought to You. Many times we repeated: "Let's hope this feast we celebrate in your honour is the last one we live under the heavy weight of the Cross!". We ask you one question, because you are the only one who can answer: "Will this be the last marian feast we celebrate, mixed with joy and sorrow, with hope and discouragement, with wish of continuing the mission and the temptation of stopping?". Our God, the men who think only about their affairs and triumphs cannot help us, you only can stretch Your divine hand, Your powerful arm, to comfort and bring us to rest on Your Heart. Make us hope, make us continue with trust, to get to peace and serenity that we invoke as the right reward after many years of sorrow, fights and calumnies. We await that you start your interventions in our favour.
May the Year of Hope, that starts today, make be born inside us the certitude of being your children, the certitude of seeing Your face one day and the joy of participating to the triumph that You promised many times.
God Daddy, God Brother, God Friend, surely you remember my prayer I elevated to You yesterday at the beginning of the day, a prayer expressing sorrow and pointing out our state of mind full of bitterness and sadness. This night, when Marisa and I gave You some hours subtracted to sleeping and lived in the suffering, You have listened to me. While the pain fell with an unprecedented fury on Marisa's tried and tormented body, I addressed You and You intervened. I, Bishop of the Eucharist, gave Jesus the Eucharist in Communion to the Victim of the Eucharist and finally a part of her pains ceased and she could rest for some hours. My God, I asked you not to make me live anymore these tremendous and so violent scenes. I know we have to conform ourselves to You and do Your will, but as children, you will allow us to open our soul to You and to ask you what we desire in our heart. Now bless the Church, renew it, make it revive, get away from it the unworthy shepherds that you defined rapacious wolves and poisonous snakes. The Church needs authentic shepherds, in whose face the faithful can see Your features. Bless the world upset by wars and fratricidal fights, put Your hand on the head of the men in power, so that they will work for the good of people and not for their affairs. Protect all the children, protect our children, the present ones and those you will give us, because to them is entrusted the task of keeping the memory of Your miraculous interventions in the thaumaturgical place. God One and Three, we are at your presence, listen to the requests and prayers that my brothers and sisters, in the silence of their heart, are elevating to You. Fulfil them and give to all of us your fatherly blessing.
To You, God Daddy, God Brother, God Friend, praise and glory for ever and ever.
Amen.

Rome, 8th December 2007
Feast of the Immaculate Conception

+ Claudio Gatti
Bishop ordained by God
Bishop of the Eucharist