St. Faustina — was the great patriot …

Reading St.Faustina’s Dia­ry, we find the­re many pas­sa­ges in which she expres­ses her gre­at love for her nati­ve land. Per­haps the most beau­ti­ful of them are: My belo­ved nati­ve land, Poland, if you only knew how many sacri­fi­ces and pray­ers I offer to God for you! But be watch­ful and give glo­ry to God, who lifts you up and sin­gles you out in a spe­cial way. But know how to be gra­te­ful (D. 1038). I exert all the strength of my soul to defend it. I con­stan­tly remind God of the pro­mi­ses of His mer­cy. When I see His anger, I throw myself tru­stin­gly into the abyss of His mer­cy, and I plun­ge all Poland in it, and then He can­not use His justi­ce. My coun­try, how much you cost me! The­re is no day in which I do not pray for you (D. 1188).

Let us try to remem­ber in our pray­ers abo­ut this mother, who­se name is my home­land, so that her inha­bi­tants and citi­zens would always be gra­te­ful for the favors of God’s mer­cy, which God gene­ro­usly distri­bu­tes to eve­ry nation.