My Lord! I must thank You for a good night’s sleep. I do believe, my Lord, that my
leg feels a little better. Thank You, O God. And Lord, thank You for the depth of our
prayer this morning! You, O God, are so Loving and so Kind to allow me into a part of You;
that I might have but a moment within You! O Depth! O Life! O Love. I thank You! I praise
You! I offer to You the yearning in my heart! For even I cannot pronounce these inaudible
tones of praise! O Lord, come! Rejoice with me in this growth within me which You have
created; which You have allowed. Before the Throne of Your Love I lay prostrate, O
Glorious King. From this place, I take Your Hand, O Most Loving Lord! From this place I
walk with You and talk with You, O King so Humble. My Lord! My God! My All! My Everything.
My Hope! My Love! All I believe that is worthy, is You, O God! The flow of praise, like a
river, springs forth only by Your Presence, O Lord! All is by You and in You. All by You;
nothing by me. You, O God, are all. I am nothing, save what You choose to make of me.
Amen!!
My child, I have waited for you. This Hour. Our Time. For I mark this time as holy. By
My Presence here. (My sweet Lord! Your Holy Touch upon my neck! Thank You, O Lord, Amen!!)
Daughter, I would again communicate with My People. Yes, of every nation. For every nation
has been offended by the blood-letting of their children. All nations: I take advantage of
this new medium to proclaim to you My gravest distaste for the sin of abortion. Yes, on
this Feast of Holy Innocents do I declare that these children whose lives were snuffed at
the hands of Pride are now joined in insurmountable numbers by the willful sin of Pride on
the part of man. I see before Me a sea of blood and caste upon it are the Holy Innocents
whose lives serve a purpose in this act of violence committed in the womb of every woman
who permits the destruction of life within her. But, the guilt cannot be placed on just
one. Know this: the guilt from the sin of abortion rests upon every one who does nothing
to stop it. The hand lifted by the one who commits this act of murder is joined to the
hand who does nothing. Murder: accomplices: even the law declares you guilty. My lambs,
the slaughter worsens. The crime more ugly. Is there no end to your capacity for the
destruction of human life? Has the sacrifice of your young once more reached the
acceptable place in your heart? Daughter, write carefully, now My Words Which I speak to
you: My lambs of every nation: hear Me. The judgment of yourself before Me is thus: What
you have done for the least of your brothers, so too, have you done unto Me. If you have
murdered, so too Me.
If you have starved them, so too Me. If you have left them penniless and hungry, so
too, Me. If you have turned out your old to die with your young, so too Me.
If you have abused and kicked and manhandled your brother, so too Me. If you have
fornicated, molested and destroyed life in any way, so too, Me. I am HERE, dear children.
I RESIDE in My children. I reside in YOU. Would you lift MY HAND in these sinful acts of
violence and abuse? Children, I am sick at the sight of it. Worse yet, I am sick at the
infliction of it. For what you do to the least of your brethren, so too, do you do unto
Me. I am wounded. I am beaten. I am bleeding. I am dying. I am hungry. I am stabbed. I am
raped. I am tortured. I am crucified in every act of violence committed by man. For, what
you do unto them, you do unto Me. My Heart is breaking with yours. My Life is saddened
with yours. I hurt with you. I cry with you. I am lonely with you. I cry with you. I Hope
with you. I Love with you. I achieve to My Father with You. I present your own beaten and
abused body before My Father. For in My Every Wound does He see you. O! Little innocent
child! O victim of Pride! Come, be offered here before My Father. Let your sacrifice join
Me in Mine. Come, O worthy person of prayer, and offer all this suffering to My Father.
That this vale of tears might give forth to a river of Mercy. That the tides in the river
would swell to overflow the banks and wash My people clean! Let Mercy prevail through the
suffering here, within My Own Sacred Heart. Let this be a point of conversion. Complaint
becomes constraint. Sorrow, salvation. Crying, jubilation. Glorious generosity of Love
flowing from the hearts of one brother to the next. O Heavenly Father, accept these Hopes
of Your people, Israel. Have Mercy on them, My Heavenly Father. Forgive them their sin by
this Sacrifice which I do offer in their behalf. My God, My God, have mercy upon them. For
the fog is great. Their actions, yes real. But still, O Almighty Father, I pray that You
hear their cries of Hope. Have Mercy upon them, Father. They are Your children. They are
My family. Yes, Father, they are My Holy Family. Forgive them, Father.
Have Mercy upon them. I stand here, Father. Look and see My Tortured Body. I offer It
to You constantly for the sin of every man. Salvation has been won, O Eternal Father. Have
Mercy upon them.
(Eternal Father, I offer You the Body and Blood, Soul and Divinity of Your Dearly
Beloved Son, our Lord, Jesus Christ, in atonement for my sins and for the sin of the whole
world. Amen.)