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Jesus on the Internet

During 1996, for some time, I had a sticky note in my prayer journal.  It read, "Dear Jesus, should we go on the internet?  I need You to be specific for me, to be sure about Your work.  I Love You.....Sarah"

And then, on Monday, December 2, 1996 at 4:10 a.m., I was awakened by our Precious Lord and I noted in a  prayer journal, "Dear Jesus, I have heard You.  I have felt Your Beat in my heart.  My Lord and my God!  Amen!"  [And I understood Jesus....."To inscribe what I am about to hear....."]

The rain, child, like My Love, pours incessantly down upon this earth. [It was raining steadily outside.]  My Glory will prevail.  It already does.  It always has.  Child, these are the Words I would have you record:

Inscribed herein are the Words of Your Saviour.  I have chosen to speak through O, so many souls.  This one, this vehicle, is but one of them.  [I paused to pray, and I delayed, when Jesus continued.....] Daughter, I have asked you to record that which you hear.  Will you accommodate Me?  (My Lord.....yes!)

Sweet things who read, know this.  The Hour of My Arrival is unknown to man, but the hour of My arrival into every heart is imminent.  I would arrive there at any hour in which the slightest invitation is given.  And a pry bar is the device needed in some cases.  This tool is My pry bar.  For, I would open the most hardened heart in any way I can.  A little light shed by one curious soul's searching.  A happenstance upon the Word of God in a means most unexpected.  "Ah, what is this?".....to counteract.....to counteract the onslaught of the enemy to so many roving eyes.  (Oh!  Jesus!)

The internet shall be our start.  (How, my Lord?  We [friends and myself] have prayed for the "how"???..... O, Holy Spirit.....please help me!   Purify my mind, O Lord.  Singe evil thought from any advance.  Holy Mother of God, take my hand.  Hide me in your mantle.  Whisper to me.   Guide me.  Please, my Holy Mother.  O , Jesus, Heart Divine, blind me.   Let no other thoughts permeate me but Your Own.  Amen.)

Truth, child, has spoken here and continues to speak.   It is My Way.   It is My Proclamation.  Incessantly does My rain pour and likewise will My Messages.  Until the hearts of men are transformed.  I must be there for them, when they are ready.  Where they are at.  As always.  I am not beyond going out to meet My people.  To their highway.  To their byway.  As always.   On their road to Emmaus.  I shall meet them and eventually, I shall be recognized.

Now, child, do this for Me.  Record what you hear.  Be precise.

The Glory of the Son of Man would touch the heart of each one who would hear Me.   My Heart palpates even now for the captives who would be set free.  All may enter here, in My Heart.  But where shall they be found?  So many are idle.   I shall find them there.  See how they sit and chat.  I shall find them there.  See how they shall investigate?  I shall find them there.  I will countermand the attack of the enemy.  I will be there for My people.

Now, daughter, I tell you this:  Maintain these Words until the appointed time.   I will reveal Myself shortly.  The lead will be obvious.  But these are the Words I would have you retain.....until the guide becomes obvious.  [Shortly thereafter, I was contacted by someone I didn't know, who offered to place Jesus' Messages on the internet.] This is My Authority for you to follow the path along which you are being led.  For it will capture many souls.  And the cross-reference will capture more.  [I have understood web links.]  Retain these Words.   They are marked by the natural event of My rainfall.  They are sealed by this natural event.  Record what is to be said of it.  I set, now, My Work in motion.   Amen.  [I noted that at 7:05 a.m., after taking this dictation, that the National Weather Service posted flood warnings for the area in which I live.  The newspaper later ran articles that a 'freak' rainstorm caused major flooding and closed local roads.]

[Also see Messages 712]

With Love, in the Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
His Sarah

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