Someone to save from Hell

Someone to pray for: Nikolas Cruz, the young fellow who killed 17 students. I have the distinct feeling--which I had when I first heard of all this--that, of course he is obviously a very wounded person, but also one, who after committing murder, realized what he did was heinous, and that the good God wants him very much to be saved. Mary said to pray and sacrifice to save people such as him. St. Therese prayed for the murderer Pranzini and obtained his conversion. Let us pray for the conversion of Nikolas Cruz, that he not end up in Hell.

Some heartbreaking excerpts from his interrogation--imagine if this were your 19 year old son:

"When asked by Curcio early in the interview whether he wanted water, he said: 'I don’t deserve it.'"

"At one point, when Curcio left the room, the suspect — apparently alone — is recorded saying, 'I want to die.'"

"When Curcio leaves the room at another moment, the suspected attacker repeats over and over: 'Why didn’t he kill me? Why didn’t he kill me? Why didn’t he kill me?'"

O Mary, you can do anything! Remove this fellow from the power of the devil, grant him the grace of true contrition and final perseverance. Deprive the devil of the young man he thinks he has won. Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary...

From Melanie, one of the children who saw Our Lady at La Salette:

The Most Holy Virgin was tall and well-proportioned. She seemed so light that a mere breath could have stirred Her, yet She was motionless and perfectly balanced. Her face was majestic, imposing, but not imposing in the manner of the Lords here below. She compelled a respectful fear. At the same time as Her Majesty compelled respect mingled with love, She drew me to Her. Her gaze was soft and penetrating. Her eyes seemed to speak to mine, but the conversation came out of a deep and vivid feeling of love for this ravishing beauty who was liquefying me. The softness of Her gaze, Her air of incomprehensible goodness made me understand and feel that she was drawing me to Her and wanted to give Herself. It was an expression of love which cannot be expressed with the tongue of the flesh, nor with the letters of the alphabet.

The Holy Virgin was crying nearly the whole time she was speaking to me. Her tears flowed gently, one by one, down to her knees, then, like sparks of light, they disappeared. They were glittering and full of love. I would have liked to comfort Her and stop Her tears. But it seemed to me that She needed the tears to show better Her love forgotten by men. I would have liked to throw myself into Her arms and say to Her:

“My kind Mother, do not cry! I want to love you for all men on earth.” But she seemed to be saying to me:

“There are so many who know me not!”

I was in between life and death, and on one side, I saw so much desire by this Mother to be loved, and on another side, so much cold and indifference... Oh! My Mother, most beautiful and lovable Mother, my love, heart of my heart!

The tears of our sweet Mother, far from lessening her air of majesty, of a Queen and a Mistress, seemed, on the contrary, to embellish Her, to make Her more beautiful, more powerful, more filled with love, more maternal, more ravishing, and I could have wiped away Her tears which made my heart leap with compassion and love.