Messages From on High, Message 272

Title: "Worldly possessions block your entry into a true Life in Me."

(Notebook XXXVII, pp. 30--40)

Live + Jesus

Friday, September 19, 1997

Dear Jesus and Holy Mother,

Darling lambs, hear Me. I, Who am your Lord and God would speak to you.

Now, lambs, I would speak to you of wealth. What is it, this word of which you seek? What value is there? Lambs, I caution you regarding wealth, wealth of earthly possession. For the security you find from it can be like a millstone, carrying you to the bottoms of the fathomless pit.

Now, what is the difference between worldly gain and eternal Glory? Simple to know, yes; for one is fleeting, the other is everlasting. Yet it is in these things to which you cling that the story finds intrigue.

How many possessions do you store up in this world? How many do you own which then become the guardian of yet more possessions, until to achieve them, these temporary, fleeting passions, possess your soul. For I am not visible in a greedy heart.

Lambs, hear Me. All that you have is gift, unless you have achieved it by sinful means. And I caution you: Do you recognize the sin? Let us think: Where are you in Me? Are you sitting in a comfortable routine? Or are you allowing Me to challenge you? Do you pick up your cross with the same ardor as a worldly possession? Do you see Truth? Or do you prefer life through earthly rose-colored glasses?

The love of money does strange things to a soul.

Daughter, write. Let us continue. (Yes, Lord!!)

My children, look and see My Hand. What do you find there? All you truly need is there. Come, take My Hand. Let us examine what you find there. This Hand is a Way to a true Life in Me. See how honest is its labour. See how kind it touches. See how well it heels. See how it blesses. See how it forgives. See how it has suffered and died for you. See how it bids to you. See how it encourages you, beckoning you closer still, to the Throne of Almighty God.

Yet, see it is empty. Save one possession. A Wound. Look at the Wound. See how deep it is. See the Glory there. In the Wound. A valued possession, this Wounded Hand. Here there is so much Life. So much sin is forgiven here. In this one Wounded Hand.

Are you willing to walk with Me? Come, take My Hand. Not to follow, if you are not yet ready. But to walk. Yes. Just to walk. And talk. You and I.

Ah! But you are unable to grasp My Hand? What is it in your own hand

that you cannot put down? Children, the worldly possessions block your

entry into a true Life in Me. Place them in their proper place that you might be able to grasp My Hand and come to walk with Me. I raise My Hand in teaching. What do YOU teach? By your life, what do you teach? Is your life gentle and kind, like the motion of My Hand? Is your life a loving touch? Or are you cutting and slicing into another’s character? Do you slice away that which comes near you, lest you must relinquish your own secure grasp of life? You do not share? Instead you grab and hold onto what is not rightfully yours. For to possess anything at the expense of another’s life or reputation is to possess stolen goods. This hand must be cleansed before it comes into the fullness of My Glory.

My children, hear Me. Teaching. Teaching can give forth a wealth of knowledge. But what do you teach? Do you deal in words that build up? Or in words that tear down. Now lambs, what comes out of a mouth can produce much wealth or it can cause tragedy. This is what I mean: For all of life, the Words I have spoken are the only Words you need. If your words do not reflect and live within My Own, then you are a dealer of poison. Instead of reaping a wealth in Life, you are reaping a harvest of venom. Venom. From the snake. My Words are true wealth: they build up. They increase. They multiply. Venomous words tear down. They are not of Love. Perhaps disguised as Love, but of True Love.....they are not. Do you begin to see what the investment in false fact produces? Disunity. Disharmony. Unnecessary separation within My Body. Harmful words destroy. Harmful words kill. They do not build up. They cause death. They are not wealth. They are loss.

So, what are you to do with the value of your life? What is it you would place in My Hand? Your own hand, stripped of worldly charm and vanity? Your own hand, cleansed here in the Wounds of My Body? Children, I stand before you with the only True Investment of any value from this world: My Life. Would you truly support Me? My only True Mission is to bring souls to My Father. If you are in support of My Mission, then you would increase My Wealth by the kind donation of your own life. Wholly and entirely. From where you are, yes. But completely in the grasp of My Hand. Trust. Child, there is nothing you can fashion with the labour of your hand that would please Me more than to extend to Me your very self. Leave behind for a moment, all worldly attachment. Come to Me whole. Let Me cleanse you. Remain in Me. And allow Me to assist you in the use of all worldly gain to the Glory of My Father. As I Will, child, not you.

My lamb, when I say "Come follow Me" I mean what I say. And I see how you have come to Me. And with what encumbrances. I see all. And I make ALL for the Good of My Father. For to please Him has been the Purpose of My Life. Lamb, where you are now may be precisely where I long for you to be. For, from this vantage point, we may step off into a true Life in Me. For, to have the world in its proper perspective is a lesson in growing into Me. Yes? And if all has been created to serve Me, then let Me help you to understand how to best use your talents and gain in the service of God.

In the service of God. Not for the service of man. Not for the service of self. For God. For the Glory of God.

Your hand. My Hand. Are you willing to take My Hand. One part: our hands. Let us touch. The rest will follow. Such wealth in My Gentle Touch. Such richness in the warmth of your grasp. One Hand: Mine. One hand: yours. We must start somewhere. May I touch your life?

Will you allow Me this intimate moment? Will you come and follow Me? I

am Gentle Kindness. I will not harm you. I Love you. See My Hand? I

have reached it out to you. I wait. For you. O! The Moment of our

union. Of our touch! O! I wait. +

(1 Tm. 6:2-12; Ps. 49:6-10,17-20; Lk. 8:1-3)

With Love, in the Hearts of Jesus and Mary,

His Sarah

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