Jesus says:
“Let us love one another, O beloved, and speak of love, for nothing is sweeter than this for whoever loves.
“The woman redeemed in the Gospel, like the three Magi who worshipped my incarnate Divinity, humbled three gifts at my feet: her heart, by way of weeping; her flesh, by way of her hair; her mind, by way of the perfume. You must likewise give all without keeping anything for yourself, not even the breath of life.
“ ‘Mighty waters do not avail to extinguish love - and swelling rivers do not overwhelm it. If someone were to give all he possessed in exchange for love, he would fall into great ridicule.’
“The waters which aim to extinguish love are furnished by everything in life, cares as well as needs. The swelling rivers, by the will of others, which seeks to prevent the spirit from giving itself entirely to its God.
“But true lovers do not take the former into account and are not frightened by the latter. Above everything which constitutes life concerns for others they set what is their vital need: to love their God. Spirits absorbed - and I might say ‘risen’ - in God, they live already projected beyond what represents so-called ‘life’ for others. Holy overturners of human values, they see only one goal to be reached: not their own interest, but God’s; they are concerned about only one thing: to conquer Life without taking into account the poor earthly life, which is a flower not lasting very long on the stem. Gentle, for they are already one with their God, they become lions when they have to defend that treasure of theirs, and family and social persecutions cannot upset these deified spirits, but, rather, like the surge of an angry sea, they transport them swiftly towards the shore, on God’s heart.
“Oh, most blessed torments of my lovers, of these knowers and tasters of Truth, who, the author of the Song, say - and not with vain words, but with the true words of a whole life led and consumed for this purpose - that even if one were to give all his possessions to conquer Love, he would still give little, for even the gift of the earthly day is trifling currency when compared to the possession of the Love that is infinite.
“Give me all of yourself, then, without reserve. The iron which is melted in the crucible emerges from it more beautiful. The soul which love melts and consumes is reborn as a flower of eternity in the heavenly flower beds.
“It is there that I want you to be. But first you must still undergo the labor of our two loves: yours as a creature for Me, mine as God for you. These two forms of violence will have plundered you of your whole ‘self’; I will then come to lead you into Peace.”