Wednesday, October 22, 1997
Dear Jesus and Holy Mother,
Jesus, thank You for the Door You have allowed me to pass through. You have
permitted me to enter, even though there is so much I do not know. Yet in here,
Lord, I have come to know that Your Daily Scripture is my life. You are The Word!
You are my Life! Thank You, O Lord!! Father, Son and Holy Spirit, I praise
You!! Holy Mother Mary, I Love you!! All the angels and saints, pray for me.
Amen!!
Child, record what you see. (My Lord, You are before me. You are
holding a ruler. You have said -- to measure the distance of
time. My Lord, teach me, for I do not understand.)
How shall we measure any Goodness? How shall I measure time? How shall I
measure the distance of your soul to Me? How shall I measure its closeness?
Would you subject Me to the confines of the world? Would you raise your limits to My
Endless Possibilities?
Children, hear Me: The Son of Man has come to expiate you from your sin.
Children, you do not fully comprehend your sin, nor do you comprehend My Glory.
You try to measure Me, but you cannot accomplish this feat. But you try.
Don't you? Do you not try to "figure Me out?" Children,
I have seen you do it. [.....Jesus speaks with a warm smile.]
Lambs, hear Me: Look up! Yes! Look up! See Me! And
Trust! Trust Me! Trust that I truly know what is best for you!
Lambs, let us speak of sin. Your offense against Me. Let Me show you My
Wound. Yes, the one I have suffered from the depths of your sin. I Love My
Wounds, children. Never think otherwise. My Suffering has brought Salvation.
And My Father is pleased. My Wounds are deep. And they ache.
Every time you sin, they ache. But children, they ache more when you refuse
repentance. When you refuse Reconciliation, My Gift to you.
See, lambs, that I Love you. And I would do all and everything to bring your
life's journey here, into the Palm of My Hand. Here rejoicing in My Wounds.
Children, if My wounds were not so important, why would I continually display them to you,
despite the Purity of My Resurrected Body? Sorrow for sin and forgiveness are the
turning points in each one's heart. The condition of a soul is worth more than gold
or silver. You are worth the price of My Life!
Glory awaits those who are willing to let go of worldly ways: of confines
inflicted by a sinful life. Do you not know, children, that if there is Satisfaction
in My Dying and Suffering, that there is Freedom awaiting you as you leave behind your
sinful ways. The Liar would present to you this picture: That you lose your
life by leaving this world. O children! Look at Me! As I hung
Dying on My Cross, I gained the Freedom of Eternity for the world! Do not listen to
the Liar. HE measures life with years! HE measures souls to see where they
would fit into his world of torment. He inflicts pain. I give Life.
O little lambs, hear Me. The Truth is that EVERYONE will have eternity!
But is the eternity Life? Or death? Heaven? Or damnation? Lambs,
do not fool with your eternity. Eternity is forever. A difficult subject for
you who measure and mete your life. But the expanse of time to now is but a blink of
the eye in Eternity. I cannot explain it to you in words of your
understanding. And if I could explain it, you would not comprehend the Fullness of
Me.
So, what shall you do, you who hear Me? Shall you continue in the way you have
trod? Or shall you come to Me with sincere sorrow and repentance for your sin?
Will you offer Me your failings NOW, that you might have the opportunity of a
moment of life.
My lambs, hear Me. I call you forth. WILL you come follow Me? WILL
you live My Life to Which I call you? Will you hold up your arms which are shackled
by the binds of sin? Will you come and be refreshed at My Sacrament of
Reconciliation? Will you come follow? Will you be one in Me as I am in thee?
The hour is fleeting. The moment is now. Waste not one breath.
Come forth. Rise from the dung heap of sin. Rise into My Glory. I have
reserved it for you. Use this life to become My spotless lamb. That on the day
of your passing, I might grasp you and call you My Own! Amen. Amen.
Amen. (Alleluia, Lord. Maranatha! Come, Lord Jesus! Amen!!)
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(Romans 6:12-18; Psalm 124:1-8; Luke 12:39-48)
With Love, in the Two Hearts,
His Sarah