Monday, September 22, 1997
Dear Jesus and Holy Mother,
My child, will you write for Me? I would speak now to My children. (Yes,
my Lord. Thank You, Lord God, that I might be Your instrument in this moment.
Teach us, O Lord. May my heart, O Lord, become more and more Your Own.
Amen!!)
Daughter, what do you see in the vision of your heart? (O Lord! Off
to my right I see a pair of man's hands. They are thick and strong and wearing dark
brown leather gloves. They are clenched, my Lord. Each hand is positioned
tightly, as making two fists. The leather gloves are pulled tight, for the
clenching. The leather is shiny with age; yet there are little dots.....as a design
upon them, as if they were once fine "driving gloves" but now are hardened with
age. They are no longer pliable. And in the center, as if being guarded by the
clenched fists, my Lord, is a "lump" the size of a fist. It, too, seems
covered with a leathery covering. And for some reason, I can "feel" the
eyes of the man as he looks upon this scene and he "guards" what he sees with
his clenched fists and leathery gloves. And somehow, my Lord, for all his guarding,
I think he is "confused." Like he is wondering why he is doing this.
And wondering what he is guarding, as though he has forgotten. My Lord, that
is what I see!!)
And your face, child. Record your understanding. (My Lord, ever
since that night on retreat when I was with You and understood the pressure of thorns on
my head, I have likewise, experienced a numbing to the right side of my face and I have
understood You have been beaten during your Passion; especially, You have been punched on
the Right Side of Your Face, for You have permitted me to feel the swelling to Your
Precious Face, Lord. And I think now, Lord, that the hand which punched Your
Precious Face, wore a leather glove. For some reason, Lord, this is what I now
understand. Lord? )
Child, I shall explain. I shall teach you, My people. For it must be
understood. Glory awaits His people. Come forth, little ones, and learn.
The suppleness of the leather, child, once chosen for occasional protection, has now
become a means to life. A life, guarded and protected by the very hands which once
reached out to Me. Up to Me in prayer. Up to Me like childhood innocence.
To Me.
But the world has taught of protection and guardedness. And so, the gloves
have been pulled on and have been left to remain. And now there is a fear in
removing them. For the nakedness. That is what is taught, child, that such
nakedness before Me is a shameful thing. Taught now, is protection and strength.
And so, the clenched fists. Sometimes raised in anger to Me. Me
Who would console and encourage.
Now with a fear of nakedness before Me and a layer of protection, the hand becomes a
fist and it is no longer raised to Me in Prayer, but in anger. O! So tense is
My child! So unforgiving! So alone! So guarded! So thick, so
calloused. Judgment is no longer visible. It is shrouded in a veil of worldly
wealth, worldly garb. The robes of Justice and Peace are traded for a shourd of
protection.
The lump, child, is a heart. Once breathing and alive. Now, as if
removed, and guarded lest it bear once more the Life once visible. Lest that occur,
this heart too, is shrouded in leather. Thickness of skin over Life Which is Mine.
O! How pitiable is this life now before Me. All the beauty I have given sits
clasped before Me. Sits protected, disguised. Lest I break in. Lest it
break out. O! What has become of a desire for Freedom in Me? (O
Jesus! It is so sad. So dead! So alone! So exclusive. Of
You, my Lord! Of all around! So removed! But Lord, there was a
confusion?)
Child, there is a saying, "How has it all come to this?" That is the
thought of one looking at this leather. Recollecting on what is occurring.
Recalling what has occurred. Remembering the Life. Wondering when the leather
became hardened. When was the heart removed from My Vision. (Lord!
You are Hope! What can be done? It is all so overy sad, my Lord!)
The world would have its way with My people. But first, My people must allow
the way. I speak again of WAY: your way or My Way? A Life of Freedom in
Me? Or of cowls and coverings. Hiding and cover-ups? What is to be
achieved by the guarding of one's own heart? Why would you continue to do such a
thing? I, Who Am God A the Maker of All. And I have made your heart. I
have made your hands, and it is I Who have given the ability for fists. But for you
to raise them in anger, is your free will. That you do more than form a fist is your
own doing. And in the doing is where the sin is committed, or the Grace bestowed.
It is in the HOW of what you do, children.
Like your first parents, see how you hide from Me. You have been convinced of
your worthlessness. Even in error, children; I still Love you and if you ask
Me, I will assist you in uncovering your beautiful hands. I Who Am God will kiss
them and bless them that they might serve Me. And your heart, dear ones. Let
it be free in Me. Why would you suffocate that part of you which is Life in
Me?
Where is the Light in all of this scene? Can it penetrate the layers of
protection you raise against Me? Have you noticed that despite My Wounded Body now
dying on My Cross, I have STILL prayed to My Father for His forgiveness of your offense.
For I understood, fully, you did not truly see Me. Or hear My Word. You
had not yet begun to truly Live in Me.
Lambs, I ask you to smolder Me no longer. No more, I would ask, shall you
hide. I have buried in each of you a rich treasure. It is the Priceless Jewel
of Redemption. It is the Presence of Me within you. Despite all your faults, I
would be seen. And as you look to your hands, now, see them in the reception of Me.
Glory, child. My Glory is bursting forth in your midst. But you must
look to Me! See Me! I can change a hardened heart if you but allow Me a
moment. I can let you feel once again your own gentle touch if you but give your
hands to Me.
You must be willing to let My Light pierce and penetrate you. Do not do to My
Word what you have chosen to do to yourself. Do not hide Me under your bushel
basket. Child I tell you: you will not be a successful. My Word is
to be shared. And child, you are not the only one with a basket!
See! Some baskets now reveal My Light. And in the baskets are all the
cares which once separated you from Me. And now, what has begun? Truth. Light.
In Me.
Shall I say it? Will you hear it? Will you accept it? Will you
clench even harder, or finally, reach for My Hand? I am the Way to a True Life in
Me. I am Life. I am Light. I am Freedom. The others around you have allowed Me
My Freedom. and in the change of hearts, more Light is visible. And in the
clarity of Vision, Wisdom grows. And in Wisdom growing, My Visibility grows.
And in the Glory of God, does Love prevail. And in Love prevailing, there are you
in our midst. And in Love flowing, there is Hope for your return. And
in your returning, there is Joy abounding. And in it all, there is Faith. In
Me. My Word. My Light. My Truth. Me. My Life.
True Life in God, child, is not of clenched fists and hardened hearts. It is of
subtle Love. Growing Love. Abounding Love. Ever-filling, quenching,
increasing, Eternal Love. Throw away, child: cast off the garments which
confine you. Put on My Garment, child! Come, wear Me. Wrap ME around
you. Have ME inside you. Be in Me as I am in thee. See? Why have I
encouraged the prayer? Because it is necessary. For you to know how I long
that you desire true oneness. True unity. Of YOU in ME. Amen!
Amen! Amen! I wait, now. Fully, for you. Will you arrive?
Will you be? In Me? As I am in thee?
I look. I see you. [I could see Jesus' Arms extended.] Come.
(Ezra 1:1-6; Ps. 126; Lk. 8:16-18)
With Love, in the Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
His Sarah