My Lord, I sit here as Your blank piece of paper. Only one thought, Lord, fills my
heart: the Image of Your Crucified Body! And, Sweet Saviour, I am moved by the Beauty of
You there. How, Lord, is it that I am not now, shocked at (first) the horror? Why, Lord,
do I see the Beauty? O Lord! Have I gone mad? I should like to take You down from Your
Cross! But then, Lord, I would deny You the very purpose of Your Life! O Lord! I must
endure looking at You there! I must look upon Your Sacrifice. I must see that You have
done this for me: for my own sin! O Lord! How You DO love me! How You DO love mankind!
Amen! Lord, I offer You these words, for they have risen from my heart. Amen!!
Now, darling child, I shall speak of sacrifice. Of willingness. To walk the Path I
have trod. To follow Me ‘til the end. Complete the journey IN Me. Yes, this Journey
which is Life. For, if the Purpose is to draw you into a true life in God, then it must be
My Path you are on. And no one elses. Sweet lambs, hear Me. I am the Son of God, before
whom even the angels lie prostrate. Alleluias heard rising from their sweet mouths, bowed
low before Me.
Nations: I address you: Thou shall not kill. Murder, abortion, this is killing, child.
Let us talk of all life: life bearing; life giving; life preserving; life nurturing. And
the absence of all life is death. And death induced by man is murder. And murder is sin.
Against Me. That is it. Quite simple. Quite grand. Quite true. Yet so confused? Confusion
at whose hand? Not Mine! For My Words are engraved, yes, etched upon stone. But now, it it
your hearts which have changed to stone! Deny life; deny Me. Suck out the breath which I
have given, deny Me. Break this commandment: be prepared to see the wrath of God: the
judgment upon your soul. For, life begets life. True Life begets life. And death is a
passage to that fullest life in Me. At My Bidding. Not yours.
Do not pretend that you are God. For children, you are not good at it. I speak plainly,
yes! That you might understand My plain words: you are not God. There is only one God and
I am He. You are so brazen as to use what I have created to suit your own comfort! And to
call it law? How can you do this? To Me? Who has allowed you breath; that by every moment
of life which is gift, you would journey back to Me. To come to know Me through self and
through one another. How can you look in the mirror? Who do you see? Your own creation, or
Mine. Now, know this: I likewise give you hope. Even in the darkest hour, there is still
hope. Here, I shall wrap Hope for you. I shall set her high that you might look upon her.
Look UP, children. For if you look only down, you will miss the best moments of life. Your
future. Your eternity: in Me.
I speak to you in prison: have Hope. The prison of your mind: have Hope. The prison of
your sin: have Hope. The situation of your life: have Hope. Children, do you not trust Me
at all? Can you no longer trust in My Love for you? Has the poison entered your mind? Has
it clouded your vision? O, darkened cloud within you each: be gone! Let light dawn within
your heart! That you might see the glory of creation before your eyes! The offense! The
offense! It is never greater than your own salvation! O lambs, I know these words can be
so very harsh. Yet I have come to preach forgiveness. Love. The Law of Love. No longer: an
eye for an eye. I replace it with My Cheek. See? Love beyond all else. To the Death.
Robbed of Life but for the purpose I have come! See! Look here upon Me. There is such
Value here. Sense! Do I make any sense? Or do you walk away from My Cross in disgust?
(My Jesus, I have been so absorbed here. I have had to pause to prepare breakfast
for our son. I have kept Your Name upon my lips. And before me, still; all the while, I
have seen You on Your Holy cross.)
For here, child, lies the ultimate question: whose life is worth more than Mine? +
(HEB. 1:1-6; PS. 97:1-2,6-7,9; MK. 1:14-20)
With Love, in the Two Hearts,
His Sarah