I sit here, smiling, my Lord. Before You, my Lord. Seeing You—not. Yet, knowing
You—yes. Hearing Your Most Sacred Heart. And in my spirit, I am bowing before You.
Kneeling before You. I love You, Jesus!! Amen!!
Daughter. (Jesus? Yes, my Lord. My Sweet Lord! Speak!!)
Sweet Sarah, hear Me: our work bears fruit. The choicest, most succulent fruit. Of
one heart, of many. Does it matter, child?
(Jesus refers to a counter recently added to the site.) No, my Lord. (Then Jesus
continues in the voice of ‘teacher’.)
Then remove it. For I am not a fact nor a figure. I am God. I keep all things
straight, here within My Divine Providence.
Lord?
Child. This effort serves Me. So valiantly does it serve Me. And I am pleased. And I
shall count you who serve Me in My numbers. For to be counted upon by the Lord is of
value, yes? (Yes, my Lord. I bow before You.)
A gift would be given here. A gift would be received here. Delivered, is My gift; is it
not, dear Sarah?
O yes, my Lord! Thank You! (I had asked a favor of Jesus last night.)
And as a topic today I shall choose, "Gift". Of Me to My people. For if
there is a gift to be received by mankind, it is the Good News that Salvation is already
attained. Now, it is for you to walk the Path into My Kingdom. O little lambs, hear Me: My
Gift to you is My Very Self. And I draw you into this Gift Which is Me.
Now, let Me look out upon you once again. Do I see you looking upon Me? Or have you
chosen to look elsewhere? Do you not see the darkness of evening close its grasp upon you?
Do you discern there is a difference between falling asleep into the natural night for
rest, and becoming a victim of the darkness which robs men’s souls? Do you not see
that while you argue over words, a soul could be lost? Now I ask you: what is the purpose
here? The purpose of every existence? To bring souls to Me is the purpose. And if you have
been charged in duty to bring Me souls, then why would you busy yourself with any task
other than that one rendered to you by the Master? I stand here with My Arms outstretched
to you. And I wait. What shall you place here, in My Hands.
I wait. What shall you place here in My Hands? Meaningless words? Actions other than
befits your vocation? A soul! How shall it arrive here if you are off about your own
business, to the exclusion of Me? Ah! You say, "But I need rest." Rest in Me.
Have I not said this? Do you not trust Me? That I would keep My Word? Children, hear Me: I
am God. The Son of God. The Son of Man. I request one thing of you: Live your life to
bring Me souls. Directly delivered here, to My Heart. Your heart bound to Mine. Yes?
Together, you and I? Yes? Will you abide by My Word? Will you forsake the lure of the
world for Me?
I give you My Body. I request your heart. And in return, I shall bless you. Now and
forever. Amen. +
(HEB. 6:10--20; PS.111:1-2,4-5,9-10; MK.2:23--28)
With Love, in the Two Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
His Sarah