Easter Tuesday, April 1, 1997
Dear Jesus and Holy Mother,
Well, Lord! I sit here smiling. And it is Easter Tuesday. Spring. And Your Nature has
dumped a foot (or more) of new, clean snow upon this world where we live! You are God. We
are not. Yes, Lord?
Daughter, you learn. (O Jesus! Teach me, that I may learn more! Of Your Ways, let me
live. You are my only True Reality. You, O God. You. Amen!! Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!! Amen!!)
My child, write these words. (Yes, my Lord and my God)
I speak plainly to you, My Sarah. Can you see now, why I have placed you into My Heart,
child? (Yes, Lord! You are my comfort. You are my Strength. And You, my Lord, Who live in
my sisters and my brothers. Amen!!)
Sweet thing, hear Me. Release to the nations this word: God is speaking to His people
Alleluia! And His Words are Words of Wisdom, Alleluia! I praise Me with My Own Song. For,
so many voices are missing from My Chorus. I look at My Table and I see so many empty
places. I invite you, children, to attend My banquet. Now, before I go to the highways and
byways to gather more souls to Me. It is of My Service I speak, because the Meal of the
Banquet is open to all who would approach by the means I provide.
Glory awaits the one who serves. My Heart is open. My Arms are open. Wide. To embrace
all mankind. And the Glory of My Father would visit you even now. But for your belief. And
soon enough, I visit My apostles, and Thomas doubts. For he is human. But, he should have
known. And My woman announces the arrival of the King. That I have risen. And who has
truly believed her? I speak of My Gospel, child. Record it that they may read. (Yes,
Jesus!! John 20:11-18.)
And hope is in My Psalm. (Yes, Jesus. Psalm 33:4-5,18-19,20,22.)
And My Verse of Peter. How conversion was achieved: by sincerity of heart. The numbers
are insignificant compared to the willing arrival of one reluctant heart. (Jesus, Acts
2:36-41.)
Sweet Sarah, hear Me. The storm rages. It would go about like a roaring lion to devour
and tear at the flesh of all who invite it. But how does one invite? Why would one invite
such unsettling weather? Yet, it occurs. And it increases. Because you encourage it. Dear
children: the wave arrives at your shore. Do you swim? Or drown? Do you gasp for air? Or
do you swallow wholly, the contents of the storm?
Be aware, children, that the sewer drains in a storm and what you are
swallowing may be more than rainwater. The oceans are polluted are they
not? By man’s foul use of them. Would you gladly drink such fouled
sea water? Then, why do you so readily imbibe all that you hear?
The sweet news of My Rising greeted men’s ears. They refused it in
their souls. They waited for the Master, when the lessons were already
taught. They were thinking with their minds when they should have been
opening their hearts.
Children, I speak truth here. Do I not? Yet I stand accused of
falsehood. And silence has been the word upon My Tongue. What do I say
here that is not of Me? This is My Life, children. You have just lived
it in My Lent. Which has given away to Easter. Unless you have shut
your heart. Then, Easter has not been a rising. But just another new
day.
My concern for you is grave, dear children. Because you do not adhere
to all that has been given to you. The Commandments of God have been
broken in stone and broken here within stoney hearts. My Law of Love is
yet complete because it is missing the greatest part: you. Am I
begging for your soul? Would you deny Me My Role in Salvation. Would
you make My Death, My Suffering, a mute point. Words to be built upon.
When it is life which should be built upon!
O My children, hear Me. These are dire days. And I request one thing
of you: openness of heart. A willing soul. That is My desire for you.
And My Words have their greatest meaning when they are lived. Followed.
Adhered to. Come follow Me. What more can I say, but to follow Me.
Chid, I shall end. Yes, little one: Come, follow Me. Please. I shall
never cease My Invitation. Until the Day of Judgment arrives. Do,
come, follow Me. Amen. +
With Love, in the Two Hearts,
His Sarah