As I sit here on the terrace overlooking the mountains that slowly rise and they are rolling to touch the sun, I am having a vision of a Cross made of gold in the sky. It is larger than the horizon, smooth and shiny, reflecting the rays of the sun, and drops of blood begin to pour upon the country of Switzerland where this Cross is appearing. It is the blood of the passion of our Lord. It is the blood of all life, eternal life, and redemption to anoint the soils of this land with hope, transformation and conversion.
Within the blood, within the drops of blood, I can also see infants as they would appear within their mother’s womb in our Lord’s cry and call for an end to abortion, not only in this country but throughout the world.
‘O Holy Cross renew my strength and the strength of the hearts of the people to forever turn their hearts to God. And may I turn my heart to you this day, Lord. Fill me with the power of your blood and the power of your Cross. Take me in your mercy and in the joy of your love forever.
Holy Spirit, heal me and anoint me. Grant me your wisdom.
Listen to my heart’s cry of love and may the power of your Cross and resurrection leave me standing with
strength and courage to be bold and sanctified through loving you.’