April 17
Mission, Palm Sunday 1865
We went from one village to the other, and the whole parish came out to meet us at the border.
I am with you, let us go together - my companion said to me.
I can feel you, but without seeing you. Who are you, Oh beautiful dove?
I am Rachel's daughter, and your daughter.
Are you Sara?
I am your Daughter and God's daughter. I have no husband here on this Isle, because Asmodeus, that wicked
angel with a mean heart killed all the youths who dared to come near me. Send this perverse spirit away
from those people!
My daughter, you see the ensigns of the sons of the great prophets displayed against him; he will not be
abe to protect himself against the banner of our mission. Who are you, my daughter?
I am all the parishes in Ibiza united to Christ, my Head.
Are you suppressed diocese of Ibiza?
yes, I am.
Poor dear...I am so sorry for you!
Do not abandon me as long as I live, Oh my Father.
How grateful I am for your sacrifices! Oh, what can the love of a father do!
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