I have seen my Jesus again! Ah, how happy I am! How handsome He was! His face, his hand, his voice! How thirsty I was for Him! Yesterday, it is true, I saw Him, but in separate scenes. And He did not speak or move. But today He is the way He once was. I am very happy!
But how much pain in these forty days in which I did not see Him! For it has been exactly forty days. I saw Him for the last time alive and breathing on Good Friday - that is, April 7 - precisely at this same hour, from 3:30 p.m. on, solar time. Forty days of torture!
How I understand the agony of Mary when She lost Jesus! To lose his presence, not to see his face, or to hear his voice no longer means to experience madness, death, and hell. Why, Jesus, did You do this to me...?
351 We omit the episode involving “Jesus and the Beggar on the Road to Jericho,” which appears in the cycle on The Third Year of the Public Life.