Messages From on High
"I am the Way to a True Life in Me"
Message 484
Title: " A Message of Mercy. "
(Notebook XLIV, pp. 8--17)
Live + Jesus
Second Sunday of Easter, April 19, 1998
Dear Jesus and Holy Mother,
[The Lord speaks.....]
My sweet lambs, I will speak now, in Words that will touch your heart. One heart, Mine in yours. I shall make this as a Love Letter to you, My children. For, I have Loved you to the Death and I Love you for all Eternity in My Rising. Here you are, My people, no longer traveling in a desert wasteland. Here you are now, at the Oasis of My Love. My Mercy endures forever! Alleluia, in My Name! Alleluia! [.....Alleluia means, "Praise God"]Daughter, what has it been that you have seen? (My Sweet Lord! In prayer, I have seen a Bright Light. I have heard Your Voice. That You are Mercy, You are Love. It is as though I have seen, understood, Your Sacred Heart and then flowing from It, Your Pure Rays of Blood and Water, Mercy and Love. And in an instant, My Lord, I have seen You upon Your Cross.....and then I have seen Your Right Hand upon Your Cross, still nailed.)
[Jesus continues.....]
I would touch My people, but some still have Me nailed, as on My Cross. They have placed Me away from them. They would not have Me Touch them. That is their desire, their will. I shall obey the desire of the moment, in their will. How ready I am to touch you, but YOU must permit My Entry.My little ones, hear Me. I DO stand before you this day. I visit you, I come to you. How is it that you see Me. Am I a stationary object in your life? Am I alive and flowing through all that you do? Do you truly believe all that has been said about Me? Do you believe all you have seen? Do you believe all that you have not seen? Have I healed in your presence? Have you given ME the Glory? Have you returned to thank Me? Have you praised Me for My Merciful Glory?
Lambs, I said I would tell you how I Love you. Look into the Depths of My Wounded Hand. Come Here, little ones, and see. Here. My Gentle Hand. See the imprint of the nail. Come, enter My Glory. With this Hand, I have blessed so many. I have raised It and they were healed. With This Hand I have comforted My people. I have smoothed My Hair. With This Hand I have held the hand of My Mother. I have broken bread. I have waived hello. I have waived good-bye. I lift It now, and I bless you, My lambs.
Come, little children, from every walk of life. Come, little children, who are rich, who are poor. Come, who believe, and with you, bring those who do not know Me. For these, I would hold to My Breast. With My Hand. Now know this, My little ones, every Wound on My Body is a Port of Entry for you.
Some would walk with Me, run with Me to be with Me. Others run away and I follow, 'til they turn and look at Me. Our feet dance. Our feet hop. Our feet wait. They travel where they should not: O children, come follow ME! Let not your feet be the cause of leading into sin. Place yours besides Mine! Stay in MY Company! Where *I* lead YOU! The Wounds in My Feet, nailed to My Cross for you. Your feet, Here, in Mine.
We have discussed My Hand. But there are two Here, nailed to My Cross. There are two Here, that I show to you. There are two Here that I would use to mould you, comfort you, lift you. To My Side. Here in These Hands are My Fingers, with which I would beckon you Here to My Side. Wounded Hands. Glorified Hands. To bring you to My Father. Yes! With These Hands I would escort you into the Presence of My Father. If only your feet would carry you willingly, Here to My Side. Hands can create so much Love. Come Here, place your hands in Mine. See, child! We are standing Here, together. See, child! We are holding hands! You and I! We. Us. You. Me. My Touch is Gentle. My Touch is Sweet. My Touch is Holy. My Touch Heals! And with My Hands, I would lift you. Here, into My Heart. But not unless your head, your will, permits.
These Wounds inflicted to My Head. A constant Reminder that not all who see Me, believe I am Who I am. For they would crown Me with insult. They would crown Me with pain and not Glory. Their minds are chained by the barrier they place upon themselves. Chained IN. A small mind, convinced it is large. If everything goes on in the mind, then what of the hands, the feet, the heart? O children! Your minds can become a prison! For some, you have condemned yourselves to death there! Because you have come to believe that all you will know must be approved by your mind! That knowledge is worthy only if understood by your mind! There is no room for heart, here in your prison. You will not let heart enter. Lest you would understand, truly, the value of the unity, Here in the Body. O mind! Let Me tell you something: Every ability within you has come from Me. All I ask of you now, is the allowance for Mystery. That there is one thing to be known that would come directly from Me. An infused Knowledge from Me. Abandon one thought. Just one thought to Me. I shall accept it as a worthy sacrifice. And I shall enter the place you permit. I shall appeal to you and Love shall begin. O thinker! Think for Me! O thinker! Bow to Me! It IS *I*, afterall, Who wears this Crown of Thorns, not you! I am the King, afterall, not you. I am Lord, afterall, not you. I am Love, afterall, and I so Desire you. Leave the gift of your mind at My Throne. I shall enkindle you. Enliven you. Bless you. What I give, I give a hundred fold. What you offer, I receive. With open Arms. With Feet rushing to meet you. With Thoughts of you rejoicing, even as you decide.
C-H-I-L-D-R-E-N, I W-A-N-T A-L-L O-F Y-O-U! COME TO MY SIDE. INVESTIGATE ME! SEE ME. BELIEVE! W-E-L-C-O-M-E!
I Breathe! My Heart fills! My Love pours out upon you. Upon YOU I give My All and Everything! I give to you My Life's Blood. I give to you the Water flowing from My Side. I give to you My Heart! My Sacred Heart! I grant to you My Mercy. All Mercy. If you would come to Me. If you would but notice Me. If you would place your head upon My Breast. If you would let Me Love you.
My Love letter! It is My Life! And I cry now. For you. To enter more deeply......Me. I cry now, that you would notice Me. That you might wonder just Who I am. That you might come, a little more closely to Me, Here at My Side.
All people, hear Me. I am your God. You are My people. I am your Jesus. You are My Love. If Mercy was a breath, I would Breathe upon you. If Mercy was a touch, I would Touch you. If Mercy was a thought, I would present It to you. If Mercy was a way, I would walk with you to Its place. But Mercy is Love! Pouring out from My Side. From My Side, from My Father's Desire. For you! For all. To be One in Us.
Here on This Body Which is Mine are the Wounds I have endured for each and every one of you. Enter Them. Enter My Love. Enter My Mercy. For as you approach Me and enter Me, you are purified. By My Love. By My Mercy.
My Mercy endures forever. Here at My Side. Come. See My Hands. They welcome you. Come. See My Heart. It bleeds for you. Come. Bring your feet. To the Foot of My Altar. My Cross. HERE is your God. HERE does Mercy flow. HERE is My Body. HERE is My Blood. HERE is your God. My Mercy flows. See and believe. With the eyes of your soul. See and believe. I am Lord. Forever and ever. Amen.
Daughter, issue this forth this day. That they would know of My Mercy. Amen. A Message of Mercy. Amen. (Yes, my Jesus. Amen. Alleluia. Amen.)
(Acts 5:12-16; Ps. 118:2-4, 13-15, 22-24; Rv. 1:9-13, 17-19; Jn. 20:19-31)
With Love, in the Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
His Sarah
