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Christ is pleased by our devotion to Him at the tabernacle. He leans like a king from a palace window, arms open wide, to give a lovely greeting. He is alive, and risen, and Present with us. He with one with the Father and Holy Spirit, pictured close by Him.

When someone dies in the love of Christ, having served Christ to the end with selfless love, he rises up to Heaven in utter peace and gladness, reaching out his arms to Heaven, longing to see His Saviour at last.

As we struggle with serious problems, determined to remain faithful to Christ, He is very close, holding in His arms each beloved friend, as a life-guard holds up an exhausted swimmer.

Christ revealed Himself at the Consecration. He stood before the altar, in glory, His arms outstretched in greeting, as He assured me that these particular difficulties will soon be overcome.

Truly, I have a tremendous dignity (the Lord explained) as a practicing Catholic in a state of grace who can be confident of my every prayer being heard and answered. It's as if my arms reach out to Heaven, as the Father holds out His arms to greet me.

As soon as the pyx was opened, and I adored Jesus, Really Present in the Sacred Host, I was shown the joyful sight of Jesus Himself, holding out His arms to greet me.

Our Blessed Lady stretched out her arms to me, showing me how pleased she is to be loved and welcomed. The Lord wants us to treat her as our Heavenly Mother, and to show love towards her, and not just to speak as if she is merely a 'type' or a 'model' for Christians.

Christ showed me that when I am sick and exhausted and find it hard to pay attention at Mass, I am no more to blame than an exhausted child who cannot help falling asleep on her father's shoulder, held safely in his loving arms.

Christ greeted me with His arms open wide in a loving gesture, showing His delight, on my child's birthday, that I have welcomed every child I have conceived, and have been grateful for God's gift of help.

On the birthday of my younger son I saw Christ at the altar, His arms stretched out in prayer as He praised the Father for all the spouses who love one another and who welcome and love their children, and are grateful for the gift of life.

Just as I have rested in Our Lady's arms at home, in prayer, so Jesus, as a child, nestled in her arms long ago. Imagine what He learned, from being close to someone so tender and true. Imagine how she grew in ever greater holiness, being so close to Him.

The comfort experienced by close friends of Christ, in His presence, is like the comfort experienced when a distressed girl is held by her mother, in an embrace of real love, until the child can calm down, look at life from the comfort of her mother's arms, and see things in their true perspective.

Christ waits in church, to welcome His friends. When I entered the church and greeted Christ, and was aware of my weaknesses, Christ appeared to me, by the tabernacle. He said: "Believe in my Love" - spreading out His arms as if to embrace me. So I believed, even more firmly, and was deeply consoled.

Christ wants each of us to trust Him with the degree of trust which He Himself showed out when He lay, as a little child, in His Mother's arms.

Christ asks us all to believe that just as some of us, as mothers, have loved to comfort, console, warn and encourage the little infants in our arms, so Our Blessed Lady, Mary, Christ's own beloved Mother, loves to hold and console us.

Christ asks His priests to avoid modernist influences. A member of the Clergy who offers a distorted version of the Faith in his preaching or his writings, or who explains away the supernatural, or who contradicts the Church's moral teachings, causes confusion to the Faithful. He harms them as much as a parent harms his children if he feeds them contaminated bread.

Those who died in a state of grace, but not pure enough for Heaven, must remain sheltered from glory, for a while, whereas a person who is full of love for Christ, and has confessed her sins, received Holy Communion, and also gained a plenary indulgence, finds that after death she flies straight into the arms of Jesus, in Heaven. She is greeted, too, by all the Saints - including Christ's Mother Mary - and all the angels.

When we pause to pray by a statue of our Blessed Lady we are addressing the real person whom the statue represents. Our Lady is in Heaven, her arms out to welcome us in prayer. She is our Mother, who loves to see us confide in her, and show love for her.

It is only too easy for the Clergy to use the excuse of 'pastoral sensibility' to avoid speaking about moral issues that can bring death-of-soul to some parishioners, such as abortion, and to speak out only against issues that will not cause controversy or local antagonism: for example, nuclear war, the arms race, and pollution.

All who love and serve Christ and their neighbour with sincere hearts, and who persevere in love and purity and gratitude until they die, can be sure of being drawn across the great Abyss, after death, as if on an express train which is supported by the upstretched arms of Christ, Who Himself is the bridge to Heaven.