Jesus! I come to recollect myself before You. And my ears are plugged with ear plugs,
for Lord I get so easily distracted by noise. Yet I do hear the nearby crow squawking! And
I close my eyes and see nothing at all. Just blackness. Yet I begin to smile. As I think
of You, my Lord!! And then slowly, I find I am breathing in Your Name. Jesus!! Jesus!!
Jesus!! And I am warmed by You, my Lord. The reverence of Your Presence within me. And my
head quite naturally bows, O Lord. For You are present to Your people. And here, O Lord, I
have made myself present to You. And I DO bow before You, O God. Amen. Praise be to God!
Jesus!
Child, Sarah, hear Me. For My Mother has said that I wait. (I had paused to pray and
Blessed Mother told me to go to her Son.) And I do. I wait for My children. Here. I am
waiting. To be noticed by you. In My Presence in My Tabernacle I wait. Who comes? The King
of Glory Waits. Who comes? For just a visit; a visit to the King? You are summoned to My
Palace. Will you not be honoured that a King awaits you? Will you come forth and fulfill
your invitation? Will you ignore yet another day, your King? Yet look: whose hand do you
hold? That of your neighbor? I am there. See the children in the school yard. I am there.
And the old, growing feeble. I am there. And the sick and the dying. I am there. Yet, see
the happy and the joyful. I am there. Those working and those unable. I am there. Those
struggling, those trying. I am there. Those leading. Those following. I am there. In
prison. I am there. Those innocent. I am there. Those guilty. I am there. Those hardened
of heart. I am there. Those meek and mild. I am there. Come before your King, I am there.
Do you see Me? I am there. And I wait. To be honoured. To be revered. To be blessed. To
be heard. To be consoled. To be comforted. To be loved. By you. To be touched by you. I
wait. I wait. I wait.
And whatever you do for the least of My brothers, this you do unto Me. And I mean what
I say. And I shall judge you on this: the condition of your heart. The way that it melts.
The way that it is hard. The way that it loves. The way that it hates. The way that it
bows before the Presence of God. The way that it turns its back. The way that it loves.
This is its measure of worth. This is your presentation to Me, in the end. Your heart. And
I shall grasp it and clutch it to My Breast for all eternity. Or I shall cast it for all
eternity from Me. For one reason only. Its refusal to look upon Me. To be for Me. For
wherever you find Me.
Children: this is your call to action. Come follow Me as I would have you follow. With
your heart in your hand. Full of love for all around you. For there I am in your midst.
Amen. (Amen, my Jesus, Amen.) +
(Jeremiah 17:5-10; Psalm 1:1-4,6; Luke 16:19-31)
With Love, in the Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
His Sarah