What is the relationship between Children’s Adoration
and the Message of Fatima?
When the angel first appeared to the shepherd children, Lucia, Francisco, and Jacinta in Fatima, Portugal, it was to
prepare them for the mission which Our Lord had planned for them.  It would be given to them of course through our
Blessed Mother.  The angel taught the children to adore!
"Most Holy Trinity, Father, Son,
Holy Spirit, I adore You profoundly
and offer You the most Precious
Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity of
Jesus Christ, present in all the
tabernacles of the earth, in
reparation for the outrages,
sacrileges, and indifference with
which He Himself is offended. And
through the infinite merits of His
Most Sacred Heart and of the
Immaculate Heart of Mary, I beg of
You the conversion of poor
sinners."
Therefore, as the angel
taught us through the three
children, we want to repeat
this prayer of adoration as
many times as we can.  Not
only during times in the
adoration chapel, but also
throughout the day and in
the evening before going to
bed.
The response of these children should be an
inspiration to children everywhere today to
long to console the Heart of Jesus, so
wounded!  And, to make reparation for the
sins of so many who even today are on the
brink of hell.  That theirs prayers and
sacrifices can do this is certain!  Our
Blessed Mother asked Jacinta, after she had
offered so much for poor sinners, if she was
ready to go to Heaven now, or would she
like to stay awhile longer and
“save more
souls!”  
This mission remains today for our
children!
From Lucia's own words:
We spent the day there, among the rocks, in spite of the fact that the rain was over and the sun was shining bright
and clear. We ate our lunch and said our Rosary. I am not sure whether we said it that day, in the way I have already
described it to Your Excellency, saying the word Hail Mary, and Our Father on each bead, so great was our
eagerness to our play! Our prayer finished, we started to play Pebbles. We had enjoyed the game for a few
moments only, when a strong wind began to shake the trees. We looked up startled, to see what was happening, for
the day was unusually calm. Then we saw coming towards us, above the olive trees, the figure I have already spoken
about. Jacinta and Francisco had never seen it before, nor had I ever mentioned it to them. As it drew closer, we
were able to distinguish its features. It was a young man, about fourteen or fifteen years old, whiter than snow,
transparent as crystal when the sun shines through it, and of great beauty. On reaching us, he said: "Do not be afraid!
I am the Angel of Peace. Pray with me."

Kneeling on the ground, he bowed down until his forehead touched the ground, and made us repeat these words
three times: "My God, I believe, I adore, I hope and I love You! I ask pardon of You for those who do not believe,
do not adore, do not hope and do not love You." Then rising he said: "Pray thus. The Hearts of Jesus and Mary are
attentive to the voice of your supplications." His words engraved themselves so deeply on our minds that we could
never forget them. From then on, we used to spend long periods of time, prostrate like the Angel, repeating his
words, until sometime we fell exhausted. I warned my companions, right away, that this must be kept secret and,
thank God, they did what I wanted.

Some time passed , and summer came, when we had to go home for the siesta. One day, we were playing on the
stone slabs of the well at the bottom of the garden belonging to my parents, which we called the Arneiro ( I have
already mentioned this well to Your Excellency in my account of Jacinta). Suddenly, we saw beside us the same
figure, or rather, Angel, as it seemed to me. "What are you doing? he asked. "Pray, pray very much! The most Holy
Hearts of Jesus and Mary have designs of mercy on you. Offer prayers and sacrifices constantly to the most High."
How are we to make sacrifices? I asked. "Make of everything you can a sacrifice, and offer it to God as an act of
reparation for the sins by which He is offended, and in supplication for the conversion of sinners. You will thus draw
down peace upon your country. I am its Guardian Angel, the Angel of Portugal. Above all, accept and bear with
submission, the suffering which the Lord will send you." A considerable time had elapsed, when one day we went to
pasture our sheep on a property belonging to my parents, which lay on the slope of the hill, I have mentioned, a little
higher up than Valinhos. It is an olive grove called Pregueira. After our lunch, we decided to go and pray in the
hollow among the rocks on the opposite side of the hill. To get there we went around the slope, and had to climb
over some rocks above Pregueira. The sheep could only scramble over these rocks with great difficulty.

As soon as we arrived there, we knelt down, with our foreheads touching the ground, and began to repeat the prayer
of the Angel: "My God, I believe, I adore, I hope and I love You, I ask pardon for those who do not believe, do not
adore, do not hope and do not love You." I don't know how many times we had repeated this prayer, when an
extraordinary light shone upon us. We sprang up to see what was happening, and beheld the Angel. He was holding
a Chalice in his left hand, with the Host suspended above it, from which some drops of Blood fell into the Chalice.
Leaving the Chalice suspended in the air, the Angel knelt down beside us and made us repeat three times: "Most
Holy Trinity, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, I adore You profoundly, and I offer You the most precious Body, Blood,
Soul and Divinity of Jesus Christ, present in all the tabernacles of the world, in reparation for the outrages, sacrileges
and indifference with which He Himself is offended. And through the infinite merits of His most Sacred Heart, and the
Immaculate Heart of Mary, I beg of You the conversion of poor sinners." Then rising, he took the Chalice and the
Host in his hands. He gave the Sacred Host to me, and shared the Blood from the Chalice between Jacinta and
Francisco, saying as he did so: "Take and drink the Body and Blood of Jesus Christ, horribly outraged by ungrateful
men! Make reparation for their crimes and console your God." Once again, he prostrated on the ground and
repeated with us, three times more, the same prayer..."Most Holy Trinity..."and then disappeared. We remained a
long time in this position, repeating the same words over and over again. When at last we stood up, we noticed that it
was already dark, and therefore time to return home......
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