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Divine Appeal 16

ON THE EUCHARIST:A DIVINE APPEAL

(Revelation to Sr Anna Ali of the Most Holy Eucharist)

 VOLUME 1

“I would like to save all humanity and I would not want anyone to be condemned through his own fault. For no one goes to hell without his own consent. How many at such an early age are approaching damnation no longer wanting to be concerned with the fear of the Lord.”

“My daughter, listen well to what I will tell you. Do not lose your precious time. You must meditate
and pray for humanity. God My Eternal Father sends inexorable punishments. I can no longer detain the arm of My Father’s Justice. These are the great warnings obtained from My Divine Mercy through the anguish of My Heart because I would like to save all humanity and I would not want anyone to be condemned through his own fault. For no one goes to hell without his own consent.

How many at such a early age are approaching damnation no longer wanting to be concerned with the fear of the Lord. Woe to them who do not want to listen to My suffering call.

“Pray to Me in My Most Blessed Sacrament. I will do all things for you. I want humanity to repent. Otherwise it will cast down innumerable souls into the eternal fire. I want you to accompany Me. There is no response given to the Voice of the Holy Spirit. As I have asked you, unite yourself with Me in all that you do. Let yourself be in My Presence.”

“With My Love and My Blessings.”
 
3.00 a.m., 9th October 1987

Copyright © 2015 Bishop Cornelius K. Arap Korir, Catholic Diocese of Eldoret, Kenya.  All rights reserved. Reproduced from ON THE EUCHARIST: A DIVINE APPEAL, Volume I by www.adivineappeal.com.

Governance and Responsibility Through Grace

Divine Appeal Reflection - 15

Today, consider in Divine Appeal 15: "If magistrates do not do penance and fulfil their responsibility they will perish one after the other."

Authority in the eyes of Heaven is not privilege—it is participation in the Cross. Every office of leadership, from the governance of nations to the care of one soul, is a sharing in the Father’s providential rule, meant to reflect His justice tempered by mercy (cf. Rom 13:1; Wis 6:3–6). Yet when man claims authority as ownership rather than stewardship, he repeats the primal rebellion of Lucifer: seeking to govern apart from God. Divine Appeal 15 reveals the spiritual law behind every historical fall—that leadership without repentance cannot endure, for it resists the very order that sustains it. The Lord’s warning, therefore, is not condemnation but compassion. It is the cry of a wounded God who beholds His image distorted in those meant to mirror His governance. Every magistrate, ruler, or parent is entrusted with a spark of divine authority, but that spark either becomes a light for the world or a fire that consumes. Penance is the difference. It is the act that re-aligns authority to its divine source. The proud ruler imagines himself untouchable, but the humble one sees his responsibility as a sacred weight carried under God’s gaze. The unrepentant magistrate perishes not because God destroys him, but because pride severs him from the living current of grace that alone sustains leadership.

To fulfil responsibility before God is to act as a living bridge between divine justice and human frailty. Leadership, rightly understood, is sacrificial mediation—it participates in Christ’s own intercession (cf. Heb 7:25). Yet the tragedy of our age is that leaders seek influence without intercession, authority without interior poverty. The Catechism teaches that authority must serve the common good, respecting the dignity of persons and reflecting divine order (cf. CCC 1902–1904). But without repentance, this divine order cannot flow through a heart. Where light should flow, shadows gather when those entrusted with souls forget the Presence. The ruler who no longer prays soon governs from ego, not grace. The father who ceases to examine himself before God mistakes control for care. The priest who no longer confesses preaches words emptied of power. Every vocation withers when self-reflection before the Divine is lost. Authority, without the humility of prayer, becomes noise without wisdom. 

Consider Moses: hesitant of speech, yet radiant in spirit, because his authority was born not from charisma but from communion. His face glowed—not from ambition—but from standing still before the Burning Love (cf. Ex 34:29). In every age, leadership falters when men forget the mountain and the tent of meeting. The crisis of our times is not first a failure of systems but of souls estranged from God. True renewal begins where the heart kneels again—where the conscience is examined, confession is restored, and prayer reopens the channel of grace. Only those who stand in divine light can bear the weight of authority without it crushing them. The modern magistrate, politician, or parent often stands before the glare of men but not before the fire of God. Divine Appeal 15 calls them back to that trembling reverence where governance becomes prayer. Communion, not competence alone, is what fulfils responsibility. Because it sees as God does, through mercy that never compromises truth and truth that never extinguishes mercy, a repentant heart governs better than a strategic mind.

Penance is the hidden strength of all holy authority. It cleans the conduits that allow heavenly grace to rule the earth. Power corrupts without repentance because it becomes self-referential; when repentance occurs, it becomes luminous and transparent to God. King David's tears, not his victory, restored his authority (cf. Ps 51). The covenant that his transgression had broken was restored by his repentance. This same call is reiterated in Divine Appeal 15: that people in positions of leadership may rediscover the sanctifying power of repentance. The world mocks penance as weakness, yet in Heaven it is the mark of true kingship. The Cross, paradoxically, is the throne of the universe, for there, authority was stripped of every earthly symbol and clothed instead with obedience and love (cf. Phil 2:8–9). Every vocation of leadership—spiritual, familial, civic—is cruciform. It can only bear fruit when united to the redemptive humility of Christ. A father who weeps for his children’s sins, a parish priest who fasts for his flock, a leader who confesses his failures before God—these wield greater power in the invisible order than armies or parliaments. The Kingdom advances not through domination but through sanctified responsibility, where authority becomes intercession, and governance becomes a participation in the sufferings of Christ for the salvation of others.

Divine Appeal 15 strikes the hidden root of human governance—it unmasks the delusion that authority can survive without repentance. Leadership detached from penance becomes self-consuming; for when the creature no longer bows before the Creator, order disintegrates into chaos. Yet God’s mercy remains an open threshold through which even fallen rulers may return. Across Scripture, He restores authority through humility: Mary’s fiat that surrendered all control (cf. Lk 1:38), Peter’s tears that washed away denial (cf. Lk 22:61–62), and Moses’ reverent awe before the burning bush (cf. Ex 3:5). These gestures are not weakness but divine strength clothed in contrition. Every vocation—whether priestly, civic, parental, or professional—finds renewal only at this altar of humility. When power refuses purification, collapse follows not as punishment but as consequence; yet one repentant heart can steady an entire people. The intercession of a single soul—silent, hidden, obedient—can stay divine justice and reopen the channels of grace. Heaven still seeks such souls who lead by kneeling, command by serving, and reign through surrender. Divine Appeal 15 thus resounds as both judgment and mercy: a call to every entrusted soul to let penance become participation in redemption. For only contrite hearts allow God’s governance to flow again through humanity.

Prayer 

O Adorable Jesus, Eternal King of Kings, teach us the majesty of repentance. Purify every heart that governs, that our authority may become Your instrument of mercy. Strip us of pride, clothe us in humility, and let our responsibilities mirror Your Cross. May our penance draw down grace upon those we serve, until Your justice and peace reign in all hearts. Amen.

Sr. Anna Ali of the Most Holy Eucharist, intercede for us.

Divine Appeal 15

 ON THE EUCHARIST:A DIVINE APPEAL

(Revelation to Sr Anna Ali of the Most Holy Eucharist)

 VOLUME 1

“In My Divine Body, the Eucharist, I am abused and blasphemed. I need your consolation, sacrifice and atonement. Treasure my Blood together with your sufferings. Offer them to My Eternal Father in order to implore His Mercy for mankind.”

“My daughter, listen to what I tell you. Pray a great deal. Do not be frightened, neither presume to know the dates nor look to know how much it will take. Humanity has divorced itself completely from Me. In My Divine Body, the Eucharist, I am abused and blasphemed. I need your consolation sacrifice and atonement. Treasure My Blood together with your sufferings. Offer them to My Eternal Father to implore His Mercy for mankind.

If there is no prayer and My afflicted word is not heeded, continuously kidnappings will take place. There will be bloodshed and streets covered with corpses. The souls are allied with satan. If ministers do not listen to My anguished call they will lead humanity to great sufferings. If magistrates do not do penance and fulfil their responsibility they will perish one after the other. A diabolical hand threatens the whole world. The time of great trial will come for the Church.

Everyone must pray and do penance with Holy Mass and confessions. No sacrilegious communions! I have given messages in all parts of the world with tears of blood and yet humanity is not conscious of the terrible reality. These are dark days. My Mercy is great to all those who will repent.”

“I bless you.”

8th October 1987

Copyright © 2015 Bishop Cornelius K. Arap Korir, Catholic Diocese of Eldoret, Kenya.  All rights reserved. Reproduced from ON THE EUCHARIST: A DIVINE APPEAL, Volume I by www.adivineappeal.com.

Sinful Humanity: The Earth as a Scene of Crimes

Divine Appeal Reflection - 14

Today, consider in Divine Appeal 14: "Sinful humanity has transformed the earth into a scene of crimes."

The world was born as a hymn, a radiant harmony of praise where every created thing was a word spoken in love. The morning stars once sang together because man’s heart was still attuned to God’s music (cf. Job 38:7). Creation itself was a liturgy—mountains were altars, rivers became psalms, and every human action was meant to be a continuation of divine worship. But sin has defiled this holy harmony.What was meant to be a dwelling of divine communion now groans beneath rebellion. Humanity, intended as priest and steward of creation, has desecrated the altar of the world with greed, bloodshed, and indifference.Love, born as pure gift, decays into self-serving appetite. Innocence is mocked as naïve; truth is auctioned to the highest bidder. What was fashioned to echo eternity now resounds with discord. The same brain that was created to think about God now plans revolt; the same lips that were created to bless now condemn. The tower of Babel rises again, with man pursuing divinity while rejecting the Divine, from the silent slaughter of the unborn to the abuse of marriage, from the idolatry of wealth to the culture of blasphemy (cf. Gen 11:4). As the Catechism makes clear, sin is not only failure but rupture—a wound that taints communication with God, one's neighbour, and even creation (cf. CCC 1849–1850). Thus, the world that should have been a garden of grace now lies as a battlefield of souls, awaiting redemption through the mercy of Our Adorable Jesus. The world’s violence is thus the external symptom of an inner rupture—a world attempting to live divorced from its Source. However, even though we step on His gifts, God does not withdraw. His compassion is hurt but still open, and He is still waiting for people to understand that without Him, every advancement turns into poison and every liberation is a form of slavery.

There was a time when mankind quaked in front of the mystery of God, when moral sense was holy ground and guilt was the way to grace. Now, that trembling has been silenced. The modern heart has grown numb, no longer fearing sin because it no longer believes in holiness. The great rot of our time is spiritual anesthesia: sin has become entertainment, moral relativism a creed, and conscience a negotiable opinion. Applause, not worship, is now used to assess what was previously sacred, making it a commodity.The world has transformed sanctity into performance and reverence into mockery. Ignoring that freedom taken from the good is not liberty but exile, we exalt choice while hating truth (cf. Jn 8:34–36; CCC 1733). The soul that worships autonomy soon discovers it has built its own prison. Even the Church, called to be light, now flickers under the shadow of cultural approval. We soften the Gospel to be palatable, mistaking indulgence for mercy and silence for peace. But where truth is diluted, charity dies. The fear of the Lord—the fountain of wisdom (cf. Prov 9:10)—has been replaced by the dread of mockery, of being called “intolerant” or “irrelevant.” Yet, in the eyes of Heaven, relevance without reverence is ruin. Every compromise with sin corrodes the soul’s sensitivity to grace. When evil no longer horrifies us, sanctity no longer attracts us. The Divine Appeal calls us to reawaken our conscience—to tremble again before the mystery of God. Renewal will not come from innovation, but from conversion. The earth will not be healed by progress, but by penance. The world’s restoration begins when humanity rediscovers how to fall to its knees.

In the midst of the uproar and tumult caused by the world's iniquities, there is only one silence that can be heard—the silence of the Cross. At this point, Jesus does not react to humanity's hate with rage but instead with love. His gentle and homely voice is God's way of perpetuating forgiveness to a world that has lost even the ability to hear; it is not a sign of weakness but an act of compassion. The might of human pride is subdued by God's mercy which knows no bounds. Calvary is the still point of eternity—the moment when hatred exhausted itself and love remained standing. The Cross became the whisper of divine mercy and the thunder of divine justice on that hill: tenderness and judgement coming together in one wounded heart. It reveals that redemption is love that never stops giving, and sin is not just failure but the rejection of love. Every pretence of independence crumbles before this mystery; every soul discovers that surrender, not strength, is the key to victory in God. Salvation originated from the stillness of a God who allowed Himself to be pierced, not from conquest. Christ did not turn away from the world’s decay—He entered it, transfiguring corruption from within by the radiance of His obedience (cf. Phil 2:6–8). The Word made flesh did not cleanse by avoidance but by immersion, transforming decay into redemption. In allowing His Heart to be wounded, He broke open ours—hearts long calcified by pride and self-interest—fulfilling the divine promise to give us hearts of flesh (cf. Ez 36:26). 

The Cross stands, therefore, as the physician’s table of the soul: where divine love performs surgery on the sickness of self-love. Every generation that rejects the Cross crucifies love again, mocking truth, numbing conscience, and enthroning desire. The Crucified Jesus does not withdraw from the world’s corruption—He remains within it, pouring out mercy from His wounds like a ceaseless stream of grace. His suffering endures as the world’s true medicine, offered even to hearts that prefer their own poison. Standing at the Cross, one witnesses the great weight of sin and the unfailing force of God's love at the same time. God is now showing the world how to get rid of sins, which really consists of taking suffering as an altar, praying in pain, being absolutely forgiving without any conditions, and hoping nothing in return. Only the silent, selfless, and devoted love of the cross can mend the wounds of a world that has lost its capacity for love. Only the love of the cross—painful love that yields blessings—can redeem the world.A culture that conflates excess with freedom can be purified by such love.

Though the world seems lost, Heaven has not withdrawn. Beneath the noise and decay, the Holy Spirit still moves quietly in hidden souls who live the Gospel without applause. The Divine Appeal is not a political call but a personal one—to become living reparation for a wounded world. The saints of our time may never stand on altars; they are mothers who pray in silence, priests who suffer faithfully, youth who choose purity over popularity, workers who labor honestly amid corruption. In every vocation, holiness becomes the world’s hidden resistance. These souls hold back greater collapse by their fidelity, just as Abraham’s plea once stayed divine wrath over Sodom (cf. Gen 18:32). The renewal of creation begins within the secret sanctuary of the human heart. There, grace rebuilds what sin has ruined. Each sincere confession becomes a living stone in God’s quiet reconstruction of the world; every forgiveness spoken breathes order into chaos; every unseen sacrifice ignites light within the Church’s hidden wounds. Divine Providence cannot be undone by human failure—for even in ruin, God conceives resurrection. Grace gathers what sin scatters, and through hearts surrendered in love, He reweaves the torn fabric of creation. The Church endures as the Ark of mercy upon the deluge of iniquity; her Eucharist, the living pulse that keeps the world from collapse. When souls adore in truth and hearts burn with undefiled love, redemption ripens in silence. History’s last word will not be humanity’s defiance but God’s mercy, for the Lamb who was slain shall stand—victorious through meekness, sovereign through sacrifice.

Prayer 

Adorable Jesus, Savior of this sinful world, look with pity upon the earth we have defiled. Purify our hearts, renew our reverence, and restore our tears. Teach us again to tremble before love, to kneel before truth, and to live for You alone. May Your mercy outshine our corruption. Amen.

Sr. Anna Ali of the Most Holy Eucharist, intercede for us.

The First Blow

Divine Appeal Reflection - 14

Today, consider in Divine Appeal 14: "I want many to know that the first blow is near. If mankind does not turn to Me and repent this will be a time of despair for the impious. With shouts and satanic blasphemy they will beg to be covered with mountains. They will try to seek refuge in caverns but to no avail. Those who will repent will find protection and God’s mercy in My power while all who refuse to repent will perish from their sins."

The “first blow” is not wrath but wounded mercy—Love turning luminous and corrective. When grace is spurned too long, God allows illusions to shatter so truth may breathe again. It is not destruction but unveiling: the collapse of false lights, the breaking that heals, the fire that purifies until only love remains. There are hours when Heaven bends low—not to crush but to reclaim. The “first blow” is such an hour: when divine mercy, long resisted, becomes corrective light. Our Adorable Jesus unveils this not to terrify, but to warn with tenderness. Humanity has exhausted the patience of grace; truth is privatized, prayer mocked, innocence traded for convenience. Yet God still chooses to awaken rather than abandon. The first blow is His cry against our numbness—a mercy that shatters illusions to restore sight. Like the exile of Israel or Jonah’s storm-tossed flight (cf. Jer 2:13; Jon 1), it is love interrupting our idolatrous peace. He allows what shakes us so that we might see what saves us. When economies crumble, families fracture, or ideologies collapse, it is not divine cruelty but purification through truth. Each soul must read these signs personally: the priest weary from routine, the parent engulfed in noise, the youth lost in self-made worlds. For all, this blow is the mercy that strips away false securities until only the Eternal remains. What appears as ruin is mercy’s hidden surgery—cutting deep so that new life may begin. The first blow is Love’s wound calling creation back to its heart.

The first blow unmasks the hidden disease of our age—the idolatry of self-will. Man, forgetting that existence itself is participation in God’s being (cf. CCC 301), has tried to live as though autonomy were salvation. But the soul cut off from its Source becomes barren; freedom without truth turns to slavery. The first blow, then, is not wrath but remedy—divine mercy piercing illusion with purifying light. Our Adorable Jesus permits the collapse of false certainties so that hearts may awaken to their poverty before His Presence (cf. Wis 11:24–26; Jer 2:13). When the altars of pride fall silent, and the idols of progress dim, the spirit—long intoxicated by noise—will remember its thirst for the Eternal (cf. Ps 42:2). In that holy desolation, grace will descend like dew upon ruins. The world will begin to see again that joy is not born of possession but of surrender, that holiness alone sustains beauty, and that love must kneel to adore before it dares to act (cf. Mt 5:8; CCC 27). The first blow is thus Love’s own surgery: mercy wounding to restore vision, truth reclaiming the soul’s forgotten order. It will teach humanity once more its sacred posture—creature before Creator, priest before the Altar, heart before the crucified Face of Love.

Before the earth shakes, the heart must first tremble. Every soul meets its own “first blow” when divine truth pierces false peace and conscience awakens. This moment—terrifying yet tender—is the meeting of sin and mercy. Saint Peter’s tears at dawn (cf. Lk 22:61–62), Mary’s silent anguish at the Cross (cf. Jn 19:25), and Job’s confession amid ruin (cf. Job 42:5–6) all reveal the same mystery: purification before glorification. What appears as loss becomes invitation to intimacy. So too, the world’s collective blow is not annihilation but illumination—a dark night before resurrection. The fire that consumes idols is the same that enkindles sanctity. When the soul surrenders, what once felt like punishment becomes purification. Yet those who resist grace will call light darkness. Still, God’s intention never changes: to restore His image in humanity. The “first blow” is divine surgery—cutting away the infection of self-worship to make space for holiness. In each trembling heart, our Adorable Jesus seeks a new Bethlehem, where humility might once again cradle the Infinite. And if the world kneels amid its ruins, it will find not judgment but the warm radiance of mercy waiting to rebuild from within.

Practically, this revelation is not a summons to fear but to readiness. Our Adorable Jesus does not summon the world to panic, but to purity—a return to order, a reorientation toward the Eternal. The “first blow” is not a sentence of despair but a merciful warning that love must again take the shape of holiness. Across every vocation, this appeal resounds. Parents are called upon to reinstate the household as the first chapel of the Church-where, work brings the much needed blessing, eating turns into moments of sharing, and asking for forgiveness renews love’s daily pact (cf. CCC 1657; Eph 4:32). The priests are to externalize the mystery of the altar, and not as mere habit but as heartfelt, where upon each consecration the world’s wounded fabric is renewed through the Christ’s redeeming fire. The consecrated souls, hidden like living candles, are to help maintain the Church’s pulse through silent fidelity and by offering reparation wherever love has gone cold. And the youth—battered by noise, screens, and counterfeit joys—must rediscover the sacred art of stillness, where vocation is born in listening hearts. This is no sentimental return to the past; it is the forward cry of grace. 

The world’s healing will not begin in systems but in sanctuaries—in kitchens scented with prayer, in confessionals where mercy breathes again, in hearts stripped of distraction and lit by adoration. The first blow will expose what is false, but also awaken what is eternal: that holiness, lived in the ordinary, remains the most revolutionary act in history (cf. Rom 12:1–2). The first blow will purify what comfort has corrupted, awakening hearts to the radical beauty of holiness. For when all else collapses, only the pure in heart will see God and carry His light into the world’s new dawn (cf. Mt 5:8). The protection Jesus promises is not geographical but interior—an indestructible peace in those who dwell within His Sacred Heart (cf. Ps 91:1–2, CCC 1393–1396). The hour of the first blow will separate not the powerful from the weak, but the repentant from the indifferent. Yet, through it, mercy will triumph. For those who live in grace, what shakes the world will deepen their union with God. The Church must shine again—not through conquest, but through crucified love. The first blow will unveil her true beauty: stripped, purified, luminous in fidelity. This darkness is her bridal night, where tears become light and suffering becomes intercession. Through this hidden purification, the Immaculate Heart will reign—not by dominance, but by sanctity. In that dawn, humanity will rediscover its first language—adoration. For when all idols fall, only worship remains, and the wounded Church will reveal again the Face of Eternal Love.

Prayer

Adorable Jesus, let the first blow fall first within my soul—shattering pride, awakening love, and setting truth ablaze. Purify Your Church, heal creation, and renew the face of the earth with Your mercy. Shelter the contrite in Your Sacred Heart, and through justice, let grace be born anew. Amen.

Sr. Anna Ali of the Most Holy Eucharist, intercede for us.

The Dispersion of the Flock

Divine Appeal Reflection - 14

Today, consider in Divine Appeal 14: "The flock is about to be dispersed."

“The flock is about to be dispersed” expresses Jesus’ sorrow that His people are slowly drifting apart—not just from one another, but from His Heart. It is the pain of seeing faith lose warmth, prayer lose depth, and love grow cold in a world that moves too fast to listen. Yet within this grief lies a plea: to come back together around His Presence, to let prayer, mercy, and tenderness rebuild what indifference and noise have torn apart. There are moments in history when the air itself seems heavy with forgetting—when the sacred becomes ordinary, and the warmth that once gathered hearts begins to cool. We live in such a moment. Across parishes and homes, small Christian communities flicker like lamps losing oil. Once they burned with song and Scripture, with shared tears and Eucharistic hope; now many stand dim, replaced by meetings without mystery, social chatter without presence. Beneath this fading light lies something profound: a fragmentation of the interior life. Humanity, distracted by noise, has become incapable of lingering, of waiting, of listening. The spiritual dispersion that Christ foresaw begins when prayer is replaced by activity and communion by convenience. The Adorable Jesus looks tenderly upon these diminishing circles, not with anger but with sorrow, as one gazes upon a beloved garden overrun with weeds. Yet even in this fading, His mercy remains creative: He allows what collapses outwardly to purify what endures inwardly. He calls us to rebuild—not with numbers, but with recollection; not with strategies, but with hearts renewed in silence. The restoration of the Church will begin again from the smallest cenacle of souls who still believe that love shared before Him can heal the world.

The waning of prayer groups reveals a crisis deeper than disinterest—it is a loss of transcendence within the heart of community life. What began as upper rooms of grace have too often become spaces of conversation without encounter, planning without prayer, gathering without the gaze of God. The Holy Spirit, once the flame of unity, finds little room in meetings crowded by self-assertion, fatigue, or distraction. The Adorable Jesus, who promised His presence “where two or three gather in My Name,” still comes—but often finds few hearts truly recollected. The great dispersion occurs not when people stop meeting, but when their meetings lose the posture of adoration. The Church’s vitality does not depend on activity but on interior union, on souls who learn again how to kneel together in wonder. Renewal will come when mankind rediscover silence as communion, intercession as service, and praise as the true language of fraternity. The future of the Church will be decided not only in synods or strategies, but in hidden living rooms where hearts adore together—where prayer ceases to be task and becomes encounter, and where the Spirit breathes life once more into the weary bones of God’s people (cf. Ez 37:5–6).

The decline of devotion is more than neglect—it is a gentle estrangement of the heart from its first love. Once, grace shaped the hours: morning began with thanksgiving, work unfolded beneath whispered prayers, and night ended in trustful surrender. Now, time moves swiftly yet emptily, claimed by noise but untouched by Presence. The sacred companionship that once marked ordinary life has been traded for constant motion and scattered attention. This is not merely forgetting God—it is forgetting how to dwell with Him. The soul, made for rhythm and reverence, now drifts through hurried days without inner stillness. The loss of devotion is thus an unseen exile: the heart wanders far from the familiar sound of grace that once sanctified every moment. Life hums with urgency but without harmony. The sacred rhythm that once aligned hearts with heaven has been replaced by an inner dissonance born of endless motion. Devotion, once the gentle pulse of the soul, has been traded for efficiency and distraction. In forgetting these small encounters with God, the human heart forgets itself.  The dispersion of devotion is not progress but amnesia—the loss of our interior homeland where love once spoke through simplicity. In its absence, even faith begins to thin, like music fading from a forgotten song. For devotions are not sentimental relics—they are sacramental gestures that make eternity touchable, the grammar through which divine intimacy speaks. When these gestures fade, even faith begins to lose its language. 

Yet our Adorable Jesus still gathers His scattered flock through quiet, almost invisible gestures of fidelity—the young professionals who meet before work to reflect on the Sunday Gospel and strengthen one another in virtue; the priest who visits homes in his parish, praying briefly with families who have grown distant from the Church; the youth group that meets monthly not for entertainment, but for Eucharistic Adoration and intercession for their peers. He gathers them in the teacher who begins the day with a moment of silence and prayer for her students, in the farmer who leads a dawn prayer with his workers, and in the group of mothers who pray the Divine Mercy Chaplet for their children’s conversion. He gathers them when online communities turn from mere chatter to shared prayer, and when a simple text—“Let’s pray for her”—becomes a thread of unseen grace. These are not movements of power or visibility, but of quiet rebuilding—the gentle reweaving of the Body of Christ through faithfulness in hidden corners. There, in the midst of dispersion, He gathers again those who still believe love can heal what the world has torn apart. These hidden adorers are the new architecture of hope. In their unnoticed fidelity, God rebuilds the broken unity of His flock and restores the world’s forgotten rhythm of adoration (cf. CCC 2688).

What appears as decline is, in divine perspective, a summons to purification—a call to rediscover the essence of communion as participation in the inner life of God. The flock is not truly lost when structures falter; it is lost when hearts no longer burn with shared love. The remedy lies not in nostalgia but in Eucharistic conversion: in returning to that sacrificial center where every separation is healed. Across vocations, Christ calls the faithful to rebuild from within—to form again small cenacles of presence in homes, parishes, campuses, and workplaces. Each circle of sincere prayer becomes a microcosm of the Trinity, radiating unity into a fragmented world. When believers pray the Rosary together with humility, when families gather in Eucharistic adoration, when friends intercede in silence for a suffering Church—these are not small gestures; they are the hidden architecture of renewal. The dispersion that the Lord foresaw is not irreversible. Through the maternal intercession of Mary, the soul of communion, God is even now regathering His people from the edges of indifference into the radiant center of His Heart. In every soul that adores, in every heart that remains, the Church begins again.

Prayer

Adorable Jesus, Shepherd of our scattered hearts, gather us anew into Your pierced side. Teach us to stay when others flee, to love when unity costs, and to intercede where division reigns. Make our souls hidden tabernacles of communion, that in our small fidelity, Your Church may remain one. Amen.

Sr. Anna Ali of the Most Holy Eucharist, intercede for us.

Divine Appeal 14

ON THE EUCHARIST:A DIVINE APPEAL

(Revelation to Sr Anna Ali of the Most Holy Eucharist)

 VOLUME 1

“The first blow is near... those who will repent will find protection and God’s mercy in My power while all who refuse to repent will perish from their sins. Sinful humanity has transformed the earth into a scene of crimes.”

“My daughter, pray. The flock is about to be dispersed. Many signs never before seen will occur in the world as a warning to humanity. There will come a fearful moment when I will speak with My Judge’s voice and pronounce the verdict over an anxious and drugged humanity to shorten the lives of creatures who will receive their sentence.”

I want many to know that the first blow is near.

If mankind does not turn to Me and repent this will be a time of despair for the impious. With shouts and satanic blasphemy they will beg to be covered with mountains. They will try to seek refuge in caverns but to no avail. Those who will repent will find protection and God’s mercy in My power while all who refuse to repent will perish from their sins. Sinful humanity has transformed the earth into a scene of crimes. So many scandals lead to ruin; so many souls to corruption. In this sacrilegious struggle much of what has been created by man will be demolished.

“Finally, incandescent clouds will appear in the sky and a flaming tempest will fall over the whole world. I have suspended Divine Justice. My heart is broken in pain. What more could I have suffered for this humanity! Heavy earthquakes will bury cities and villages especially in the places where the children of darkness are. The world has never before needed prayer as in these tragic times.”

“My daughter, learn and be strong. Be aware of My Presence and avoid many conversations. I need your heart and silence so that I get a good chance to reveal to you what I want. Live as I want you to and do not fear. Those who are persecuted by injustice and those just souls have nothing to fear because they will be separated from sinners. They will be saved.”

“With my infinite love I bless you.”

3.00 a.m., 7th October 1987 

Copyright © 2015 Bishop Cornelius K. Arap Korir, Catholic Diocese of Eldoret, Kenya.  All rights reserved. Reproduced from ON THE EUCHARIST: A DIVINE APPEAL, Volume I by www.adivineappeal.com.

The Dangerous Hour

Divine Appeal Reflection - 13

Today, consider in Divine Appeal 13: "I want My Voice full of affliction to fly to the ends of the earth saying over and over again to be attentive... the time to settle accounts has arrived. I ask this of... Let them all know that this is the dangerous hour. Everyone prepare yourself, both good and bad, adults, children, priests, and nuns, all humanity wake up from your apathetic slumber! Let them know clearly that ‘blessed are only those who listen to My Voice and prepare themselves.’"

The “dangerous hour” is not a point in time but a spiritual intersection where divine mercy and human liberty converge. It is that interior moment when eternity leans close, when conscience hesitates before grace’s final knock. The Adorable Jesus reveals this hour not to frighten but to awaken the soul from its slumber. Its danger lies not in visible calamity but in subtle indifference—the cooling of the heart once aflame for God. This hour has repeated itself across salvation history: when men laughed at Noah’s warning, when the apostles slept in Gethsemane, when Christ’s Cross was exchanged for comfort. It is the hour when humanity, enamored with progress, loses the trembling awareness of the Eternal. The soul that ceases to fear God ceases to love Him rightly. The “dangerous hour” thus unfolds whenever God’s tenderness becomes afflicted by man’s refusal to listen. Yet even then, mercy stands waiting—its sorrowful persistence pleading for our return. For the heart of Jesus is never silent in despair; it beats, even wounded, to awaken those who still might love. In every age, the dangerous hour calls the world to choose again between self-sufficiency and surrender, between forgetfulness and the flame of divine intimacy (cf. CCC 1861).

This hour unveils the mystery of mercy confronting freedom. God does not withdraw His compassion; rather, the soul can become too closed to receive it. Divine justice is love exposed—when light reveals what darkness has hidden. The danger lies not in God’s anger, but in man’s deafness. “Each one’s work will be revealed by fire,” says the apostolic word (cf. 1 Cor 3:13), and that fire is love itself. Every civilization, like every soul, reaches a point where truth cannot be ignored without consequence. In that moment, the Lord stands as both Judge and Friend—His wounds still open, His mercy still pleading. The “dangerous hour” is not God’s vengeance but love’s final invitation before the soul drifts beyond response. He who knocks does not threaten; He entreats. The warning itself is mercy—a call to return while there is still time to feel. For in every generation, grace runs out only when hearts stop thirsting for it. The hour of danger is the hour when the human heart, drowning in distractions, forgets how to need God.

The dangerous hour manifests as the collapse of interior vigilance—the gradual atrophy of the heart’s responsiveness to God. It is the quiet corrosion that turns priests into functionaries, believers into spectators, and families into assemblies without souls. The mind still affirms truth, yet the will no longer trembles before it. Modernity’s greatest crisis is not open rebellion against God but a chilling neutrality—a polite indifference that anesthetizes conscience. Even the devout can drift into this hour: praying without presence, serving without love, confessing without conversion. St. Paul spoke of those who “hear but do not understand” (cf. Rom 11:8), whose eyes are open yet blind to glory. In this psychic sleep, the soul begins to live outwardly efficient but inwardly empty. The dangerous hour becomes personal when one’s faith loses its urgency, when routine replaces encounter. 

For the soul to awaken from its perilous slumber, silence must again become the sanctuary of its interior life. Amidst the incessant noise of the world, mankind must recover the contemplative stillness where God’s whisper resounds (cf. 1 Kgs 19:11–13). The examen of conscience, once the lamp of self-knowledge, must return to hearts that have bartered awareness for distraction. The will, dulled by ceaseless choice and restless movement, must rediscover obedience—the sacred stillness of saying “Fiat” before the divine will. Success, when idolized, becomes spiritual adultery; for whenever achievement replaces adoration, the creature dethrones the Creator (cf. CCC 2094). God’s grace often hides within the ache of restlessness—an ache that is itself a sacramental sign of His nearness. In the distressful consciousness that something essential has gone missing, divine mercy begins its healing work. This holy disquiet is the wound of nostalgia for Eden, the longing of the prodigal who finally remembers the Father’s house (cf. Lk 15:17). When the soul allows that restlessness to pierce its complacency, it becomes the first fissure through which the light of God returns. For contrition is not sentiment—it is the soul’s resurrection from numbness, the first trembling breath after spiritual death. In that wound, grace finds its entry.

This dangerous hour is also the hour of visitation—the secret arrival of grace under the guise of crisis. “Now is the day of salvation” (cf. 2 Cor 6:2). The urgency of Christ’s call is not born of wrath but of wounded tenderness. In this decisive time, priests are summoned to the inner sanctuary of prayer, consecrated souls to rekindle their first purity, families to restore the domestic altar, and the young to reclaim the beauty of fidelity. The “dangerous hour” can thus become the “sacred hour” if it is met with humility and vigilance. When God threatens, He loves intensely; when He wounds, He seeks to heal. His afflicted Voice is the final cry of Mercy before it becomes Majesty. If the soul responds, judgment becomes illumination; fear transforms into reverence; trembling into love. The danger, then, is not the hour itself but the heart’s refusal to recognize it as grace. The world trembles before decline, but Christ’s Heart still pleads through that trembling: “Awake, for your Redeemer passes by.” The dangerous hour is the narrow gate through which love must pass—pierced, purified, and finally transfigured into glory.

Prayer 

Adorable Jesus, afflicted Heart of Mercy, awaken us within this perilous hour. Pierce our apathy with Your light. Make us tremble not in fear but in love. Let our blindness become the place of vision, our weakness the gate of grace. May Your warning become our awakening, Your justice our joy. Amen

Sr. Anna Ali of the Most Holy Eucharist, intercede for us.

Divine Appeal 13

ON  THE EUCHARIST:A DIVINE APPEAL

(Revelation to Sr Anna Ali of the Most Holy Eucharist)

 VOLUME 1

“I am continuously receiving crowns of thorns... passing through the milling crowds with bowed head...” 

“My daughter, pray. Do not tire. Do what I am asking you without wanting to know how and when. I will take care of everything. I will guide you. It is I who am making use of you. Do not be afraid. God’s anger is overflowing. The devil has imprisoned the souls of... Divine Justice is prepared to act. Will it be within some months? Within a year? Only My Eternal Father knows. It is such a difficult enterprise! 

My daughter, after so many messages with painful events they remain indifferent as if it were an idle call. What more can I do for mankind? All are silent, paralysed, as if the Almighty does not exist. I want My Voice full of affliction to fly to the ends of the earth saying over and over again to be attentive... the time to settle accounts has arrived. I ask this of... Let them all know that this is the dangerous hour. Everyone prepare yourself, both good and bad, adults, children, priests, and nuns, all humanity wake up from your apathetic slumber! Let them know clearly that ‘blessed are only those who listen to My Voice and prepare themselves.’ My daughter, pray a great deal. Speak to the children of darkness.” 

“My daughter, I am continually receiving crowns of thorns passing through the milling crowds with bowed head because of the many sacrileges which are committed day and night against Me especially My Divine Body in the tabernacles. For My sake suffer and do penance. Be calm. Listen to what My servant tells you. My Eternal Father wants it this way.” 

“I bless you.”

3.00 a.m., 

6th October 1987 

Copyright © 2015 Bishop Cornelius K. Arap Korir, Catholic Diocese of Eldoret, Kenya.  All rights reserved. Reproduced from ON THE EUCHARIST: A DIVINE APPEAL, Volume I by www.adivineappeal.com.

Always in the Presence of Jesus

Divine Appeal Reflection - 12

Today, consider in Divine Appeal 12: "... put yourself always in My Presence."

To dwell unceasingly in the Presence of the Adorable Jesus is to awaken within the soul the Eden that was never truly lost, but veiled—where divine intimacy once breathed freely, and where Love now longs to walk again in the cool of our interior garden. To live always in the Presence of God is to awaken to the most fundamental truth of existence: God is not distant, but nearer to us than we are to ourselves (cf. CCC 300). The entire spiritual life unfolds from this realization — that the Creator continually sustains His creature by the breath of His own Being. This nearness is not sentimental; it is ontological. To “put oneself” in His Presence, then, is to align one’s consciousness with Reality itself. Sin, distraction, and self-preoccupation distort this awareness, casting the soul into forgetfulness. But grace restores vision — enabling us to perceive the Eternal within the transient. The saints lived in this awareness not because they felt God, but because they believed Him to be there. Faith becomes the eye that pierces appearance. Moses before the burning bush, Mary before the overshadowing Spirit, and John at the bosom of Jesus — all stood in the same uncreated light, perceiving that Being Himself invites communion. To remain in this Presence is to let one’s thoughts, affections, and will be continually magnetized by Love. Every moment becomes Eucharistic: a meeting of the finite and Infinite, a sanctification of time through divine indwelling.

Presence is not achieved by sensory consolation, but by intentional attention to the One Who Is. It is the contemplative stance of faith that allows the soul to “pray at all times” (cf. Lk 18:1). The desert fathers called it nepsis—watchfulness: the art of guarding the heart. In practice, it means cultivating a sacred interior rhythm — short, loving recollections throughout the day, quiet glances toward the tabernacle, and silent invocations like “Jesus, You are here.” This habit becomes a spiritual muscle that resists dispersion. Thomas Aquinas taught that the intellect must rest in the First Truth to find peace; the will must adhere to the Supreme Good to be rightly ordered (cf. Summa Theologiae I-II, q.3). Thus, recollection unites intellect, will, and memory into a single act of worship. Even amid noise or emotion, the soul can withdraw inwardly, like the Blessed Virgin who “kept all things, pondering them in her heart.” To live in Presence is to interiorize prayer so completely that thought itself becomes adoration. The Presence does not depend on stillness around us, but on stillness within us — a sanctuary built not of walls, but of attention illumined by love.

To “put oneself in His Presence” during pain is the summit of spiritual maturity. Suffering tempts us to self-absorption, yet Presence redirects pain toward participation in the Cross. When Jesus hung abandoned, He still prayed — not because He felt God near, but because He knew the Father was near (cf. Ps 22:1). Presence in darkness is the supreme act of theological hope: believing in Light when only shadow is visible. This awareness does not remove suffering; it transfigures it into communion. In such surrender, the soul learns divine solidarity — discovering that God’s nearness is most intense when least felt. The mystics called this naked faith—a love purified of all consolation. The Eucharist teaches the same mystery: the Host is silent, veiled, and immovable, yet infinitely present. So too the soul, remaining faithful in inner aridity, becomes a living monstrance. In every tear, the hidden Christ prays within. When grief, temptation, or fatigue threaten recollection, one need only lift the heart, whisper “You are here,” and the sacred order of grace is restored. Presence thus becomes both shield and sacrifice, turning human limitation into divine habitation.

The ultimate fruit of constant Presence is transparency: the human person becomes a living revelation of the invisible God. As Augustine wrote, “Return to your heart, and there you will find Him.” The indwelt soul becomes what it contemplates — radiant with quiet sanctity. This Presence is not for private peace alone but for apostolic radiance. Every Christian, by baptism, carries within the Trinity’s dwelling (cf. CCC 260). Hence, to live aware of that indwelling is to become a tabernacle in motion, a silent proclamation of Emmanuel. The priest praying before his people, the nurse holding a dying hand, the mother soothing her child — all become sacraments of the unseen Christ. In a culture enslaved to speed and noise, such recollected souls bear prophetic witness to the stillness of God. Their peace reproves the world more deeply than argument. The mission of modern holiness, therefore, is not spectacular action, but continuous Presence — the hidden radiance of hearts that live before the Eucharistic Face even when unseen. To “put oneself always in His Presence” is to live already as one risen, moving through time illumined by eternity.

Prayer

O Adorable Jesus, draw us ceaselessly into the silence of Your Presence. Teach us to live beneath Your gaze, faithful in hiddenness and radiant in love. May our work, our suffering, and our rest become sanctuaries for You. Keep us recollected amid distraction, until our hearts burn wholly with Your Eucharistic nearness.

Sr. Anna Ali of the Most Holy Eucharist, intercede for us.

Divine Appeal 12

ON  THE EUCHARIST:A DIVINE APPEAL

(Revelation to Sr Anna Ali of the Most Holy Eucharist)

VOLUME 1

“Almost all humanity abuse Me in My Divine Sacrament.”

“My daughter, put yourself always in My Presence. I am pleased to accept any sacrifice that you offer for humanity. The work you have to do is very important. My word is a command. It serves to save humanity. Men have lost God’s life. They are dominated by the spirit of Satan. God’s justice weighs over a slime-splattered humanity. The Godless will be destroyed.” 

“My daughter, pray a great deal. Italy will suffer great upheavals and will be purified by a great revolution; only a part of it will be saved. Obstinate sinners do not want to have anything to do with God My Eternal Father. His wrath is upon them. There will be calamities – earthquakes, contagious diseases, hurricanes (which will swell the seas and rivers to the point of overflowing), mountains will be swallowed by the earth.”

“My daughter, almost all humanity abuse Me in My Divine Sacrament, despising Me, not believing in Me. The dictators of the earth, truly infernal monsters, will destroy churches and My sacred tabernacles. In this sacrilegious struggle, do not be afraid. Continue to speak to everyone. These are hours of terrible abandonment!”

“I bless you.”

3.00 a.m., 

5th October 1987 

Copyright © 2015 Bishop Cornelius K. Arap Korir, Catholic Diocese of Eldoret, Kenya.  All rights reserved. Reproduced from ON THE EUCHARIST: A DIVINE APPEAL, Volume I by www.adivineappeal.com.

Prayer, the Eternal Breath of Priesthood

Divine Appeal Reflection - 11

Today, consider in Divine Appeal 11: "I am calling all priests to pray..."

The priest is not first an administrator of sacred rites but an icon of Christ, the Eternal High Priest whose life was ceaseless prayer. In Christ, every priest becomes a living extension of that eternal intercession (cf. Heb 7:25). This is why neglect of prayer wounds his very identity, for he exists to stand before God on behalf of men. Our Adorable Jesus showed this truth when, even in exhaustion, He withdrew into the night to be alone with the Father, revealing that prayer is not leisure but the axis of mission (cf. Lk 6:12). The priest is configured to Christ not only at the altar but in this hidden commerce of love. Without prayer, the priest risks becoming merely an official; with prayer, he breathes with the lungs of eternity. It is not optional ornamentation but the very oxygen of priesthood. Even when tired, surrounded by tasks, the priest must remember: to pray in weakness is to unite his poverty with Christ’s own groaning prayer in Gethsemane. There, fatigue itself becomes offering, and prayer no longer depends on strength but becomes surrender. Thus the priest is drawn beyond his own resources into the inexhaustible prayer of Christ, who never ceases to intercede before the Father.

A priest’s day is never free of demands—administration, homilies, confessions, funerals, endless cries from souls. Yet these burdens are not interruptions to prayer but occasions for it. Pressed on every side by human need, Christ yet withdrew into the hidden dawn, proclaiming by His silence that no ministry bears fruit unless rooted first in God (cf. Mk 1:35). The priest who consecrates the fragments of his day—an instant before the tabernacle, a recited divine office, a whispered invocation amid traffic—discovers that prayer weaves eternity into fatigue. His burdens are no longer his own; they become fire consumed upon the altar of his heart, where divine strength is revealed in weakness. This is the mystery: prayer does not steal time; it sanctifies it, transfiguring ordinary labor into communion. The Church herself breathes through the fidelity of her smallest prayers. The Rosary prayed on a crowded bus, the Angelus whispered in a noisy kitchen, or a hurried novena recited between pastoral visits—these are not wasted fragments. They become hidden pillars, silently upholding the Church’s mission, unseen but indispensable to her life. The faithful hunger less for flawless efficiency and more for men who radiate heaven. That radiance is not learned from strategies but from kneeling before the Lord. Every weary prayer, whispered in exhaustion, becomes a coal on the priestly heart, igniting homilies, confessions, and sacraments with hidden flame. Without this, ministry grows mechanical; with it, even fatigue becomes Eucharistic offering.

In today’s culture, priests are assaulted by particular temptations: the lure of impurity, the thirst for recognition, the intoxication of success. These are not conquered by sheer human resolve but by immersion in prayer, where Christ Himself guards the heart. Peter’s collapse in the courtyard was born of prayerlessness (cf. Mt 26:41). David’s fall began when he ceased lifting his eyes heavenward. But the priest who perseveres in prayer enters a fortress not of his own making. There, lust is consumed by the fire of divine love, vanity dissolves before the majesty of God, ambition bows in adoration. Prayer is where the priest’s wounds are laid bare, not hidden in shame but transfigured into intercession. It is both psychological healing—stilling the restless imagination—and spiritual warfare, where Christ claims the territory of the heart. Without prayer, temptations infiltrate unchecked; with it, they are disarmed in the light of Christ’s gaze. The priest is not strong because he is immune, but because he knows where to flee: into the tabernacle of prayer, where Christ fights for him. Thus prayer becomes his true seclusion—not escape from the world, but the impregnable place where heaven shelters him amidst storms.

Ultimately, prayer is not only what the priest does but what he becomes. As bread is transubstantiated into Christ’s Body, so prayer transubstantiates the priest into a living host. Hidden hours before the tabernacle prepare him to stand at the altar; whispered intercessions shape his soul into Christ’s very pleading before the Father. Without prayer, sacraments risk becoming cold ritual; with prayer, they blaze with fire from heaven. Without prayer, words in homilies remain mere speech; with prayer, they pierce souls as the sword of the Spirit (cf. Heb 4:12). In prayer, the priest ceases to stand merely before his people and begins to stand within them, bearing their wounds into the heart of Christ. The flock does not expect perfection, but they long for a shepherd who intercedes; for prayer is the true proof of love. For then he mediates heaven, not himself. To pray is to be renewed daily as son before the Father, host with the Host, mediator in the Mediator. Here lies the mystical secret: prayer is not only seclusion from the world but entrance into eternity, where the priest’s identity is continuously remade. Thus, every prayer, even exhausted or distracted, carries the weight of heaven, for in it the priest becomes Christ’s presence, hidden yet luminous, a living sanctuary in the world.

Prayer

Our Adorable Jesus, Eternal High Priest, draw Your priests into Gethsemane’s fire of intercession. Make them lovers of hidden silence, bearers of fruitful weakness, men aflame with prayer. May their communion with You renew the Church, ignite the altars, and lift the world into the embrace of the Father. Amen.

Sr. Anna Ali of the Most Holy Eucharist, intercede for us.

Divine Appeal 16

ON THE EUCHARIST:A DIVINE APPEAL (Revelation to Sr Anna Ali of the Most Holy Eucharist)  VOLUME 1 “I would like to save all humanity and I w...