My Lord, I am here. My Lord! My Sweet Lord! Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!
Child, let us write now, shall we? (Yes, my Jesus. And in bowed reverence am I before
You!!)
Glory be to My Father Who has made Heaven and earth! Glory be to the Name of God.
Yahweh! Glory Be. For I glorify My Father! My Father! Glory Be to Him for I have lived to
please My Father. I have entered the World to please My Father. Amen! Alleluia! And I do
not run from death, nor do I seek it. For to do so would be inhuman. But to allow it, is
to BE in My Father’s Will.
MY FATHER, O how I do love My Father, The King of Glory is My Father! Amen! Alleluia! I
have taken the Hand of Him Who has created the world and I have been.
I am the Son of God. And it is no matter to Me that the Crown I am given to wear is one
of thorns. For, they are Priceless Thorns. They are Thorns raised up above every other
thorn for they have been permitted to prick the very Scalp of Salvation. My Crown is one
of Victory. Death and dying on every Side of Me. No hope. Despair. Until I have entered
the World. And by My Own Life and Death have the very snares of the enemy found a
permanent entanglement. And Glory is My Name. For I bear the Name of Glory of My Father.
And by this Act of Love I am permitted......are all souls drawn to the Heart of My Father.
All souls are now permitted to enter the Heart of God! God’s Soul. God’s Life.
Eternal Bliss and Joy are those achievements of My people by My Own Act of Love.
And I pause along My Way to Calvary for one look at My Mother! O Mother! Our eyes meet!
I have looked at you, Mother, from My cradle. My crib, My bed as a youth. How I have
relied upon you, Mother! Your gentle touch. Your pat to Me that all is ‘ok’ with
the world. And I have accepted the Love of you, Mother, so deeply into My Heart. And I
hold it Mother, your Love, from the portals of it, Mother: your eyes! Your eyes, Mother. I
recall your frown of My actions as a boy. One look from you, Mother. One look of Love.
Always Love. Your eyes, My Mother, have spoken Love to me from the moment My Own could
see. And now, Mother, we meet. For one last time in this Present Life do we meet. You and
I. And I have entered your heart, Mother. And perhaps the worst part of My Torture is
seeing your broken heart, Mother. How wrenched is your heart, Mother. The sadness that
fills Me at seeing your tortured heart is more than the crucifixion I will bear. O Mother!
How I Love you. But I am not permitted to speak with My Voice to you one last time. O
Mother! I Love you. Read My Eyes as you so often have done, Mother! I love you. Mother!
Mother! Mother! They do not even let Me see your face, but for this glimpse of our eyes.
The stripes which I bear are nothing compared to My Wounded Heart. For a heart is a
kingdom: A place to be born and to live and to grow and to die. And to rise: Now by the
Power of My Cross. The heat of the sword is mild compared to the roughness of the nail,
not one but three. Impressed not, into My Flesh, but tearing through. A hole into My body
to nail Me to a Cross. My Own. My Own Cross. Mine. Reserved for Me. My Cross. A symbol of
My "Yes" to My Father’s Will. My Cross. This place of Calvary, blessed by
the Blood which flows upon it: My Own. My Blood rendered freely for the sins of every man.
For every sin. The greatest to the least. Every sinner: the greatest to the least. This is
the Cross of Victory. What looks like death is Life. What looks like failure is winning
glory. Pain. Yes! Inscrutable pain. Sorrow: NO. Joy in suffering. For beyond the pain is
union in My Father’s Will: The Salvation of the World. Every heart ever lived to have
the chance at the Pearl of Salvation. Eternal Glory for every soul. But by the use of the
will. But by the use of the will. And now, the cold and the damp of this dying Body become
a reality. Life is leaving as I’ve known it. Life as I know it to be in Eternal bliss
in the Presence of My Father. My Father! My Father! Love prevails! My Father! In Whom I am
pleased to be! This is the Glory of the King of Salvation: to wear a Crown of Thorns: My
Jewels of Royal Priesthood. To bear the Sorrow of My Mother’s eyes, to look upon a
world filled with hate and transform it with Love! The imprint of man’s anger and
jealousy upon Me: The Nails. Wounds that are deep: My Nails. Stripes on This Body, marks
of the hatred lashing out like a nasty tongue: wounding and slicing the flesh of the
heart. Like a vengeful tongue do the lashes slice My Body. And the wounds of carrying My
Cross are impressed upon My Shoulder. For the weight of the World is upon My Back.
And a pause of kindness. A kind woman to wipe My soiled brow. The imprint of My Love
upon her. A man reluctant though he was, rising to My occasion. To join the King of Life
in His Hour of Death.
All of it have I suffered and would do so again if My Father had wanted it. But once
was complete. And now I enjoin you to come and participate in this Life I have led. In
here, its last moments of earthly Glory. Before I become victorious over death.
Come, follow Me, children. Find a value in your own suffering. Let go of your pain,
real though it is, and place it here with Me upon My Cross. And you, too, will see the Act
of Conversion. From the world and the flesh to the Spirit of God. Come, follow Me. Follow.
Follow Me. I whisper now, from My Cross. Daughter, son, I love you. Come follow Me. Amen.
(Amen, my Jesus. Amen, my Love. Amen, my Life.
(Is. 52:13--53:12; Ps. 31; Heb. 4:14-16, 5:7-9; Jn. 18:1-19:42)