Nothing renders a soul pliable in the hands of God and utterly subject to His action as does the humble acceptance of suffering: pain, loneliness, fear, and helplessness. This was the mystery of My agony in Gethsemani. There I learned obedience, — paid its cost, and drank its bitter cup — through what I suffered. This I did in order to open the way for souls to follow Me in My surrender to the action of the Father, which action culminated in the glory of the Resurrection and Ascension.
See, then, in Gethsemani, the beginning of My glorification and the mystery by which souls are brought to a simple and trusting acceptance of My Father’s work in them. Gethsemani was, and remains, as necessary for the configuration of souls to Me as is the Cross. When a soul feels crushed, forsaken, and utterly drained of its own life and resources, I descend to that soul like the comforting Angel whom the Father sent to Me in My agony, and I open that soul to a divine infusion of grace, by which