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"I am the Way to a True Life in Me"

Message 562

Title: " Let Me tell you: before you arrive at that place where you would prefer I not be, I already am! "

(Notebook XLVI, pp. 1--6)

Live  †  Jesus

St. Maria Goretti, Monday, July 6, 1998

Dear Jesus and Holy Mother,

[The Lord speaks.....]
O humanity, hear Me.  Your story is not new!  What has actually changed?  I have not, for I am Perfection.  Have you?  Or do you continue to pursue your imperfection?

I have seen for all time how I, Who am God, would receive mockery and insult rather than praise and the true worship of My people.  O lambs!  Hear Me!  When you pray "here" but then go "there" I tell you.....I see the whole of it.  What do I mean by these Words?  Let Me tell you.

Far too many of you place ME in one place and what you prefer to do, in another.  Let Me tell you:  before you arrive at that place where you would prefer I not be, I already am!  You would hide your immorality?  I have witnessed it for all time.  I would discuss it with you as you stand before Me on that day in which your petition will be the loudest, "Lord, Lord!"

Children!  Do you really think I would not spare you?  But, children!  I do try to teach you a lesson!  Do you learn?  >From your practical involvement?  From your vantage point of prayer?  As you look and give witness to all the horror which must be endured for the sins of man; that a cleansing might occur that more be saved.  Saved from the strife of the final trial.

O lambs!  It has become so difficult for you to confess your guilt.  Your sin.  Why?  What would I do to you?  Have you believed the final deception?  That I would harm you?  O lambs, am I not a Gentle, Loving Lord?  "Gentle," you say?  "Gentle in the face of such hardship wielded upon the earth?"  O children, some things are permitted that you would learn, that you would not, freely, lose your souls.  My lambs!  If you could hear the cries, the wailing, the endless lament of those who have jumped from My Arms into the bowels of Gehenna, you would welcome every worldly tragedy if it would keep you from that eternal distress.

Children!  I provide so much Grace to you!  That you would be healed along your way.  O!  How much disregard is given to Me!  O!  How much insult is rendered to Me!  Me!  Who is your Holy Lover!  Me!  Who would grant you all good things.  But you would prefer to dip your hands into the well of filth, the viper's den than to My Endless Bounteous Grace.  I give to you a well of Salvation and you jump, instead, into the fires of Gehenna.  You would prefer to eat garbage, than to the Feast of Glory I provide.

Why?  Because you do not see this, your moment, of healing.  You do not see Me in your midst.  You would prefer to stand and ridicule Me, than to rejoice over My Presence Here.

And you.  You who know:  hear Me!  Listen to the Lament of your Lord!   Do be the mouths which I require you to be.  Not filled with words of your own choosing, but with Words Which are Mine!  My Words give forth Life.  True Life.  In Me.  Yet, you barter even over My Words.  You cannot accept Me as I am before You.  You would cast Me out.  Throw Me to the dogs.  Once again, to laugh, jar and ridicule Me.  And so.....I say.....What have you learned over all these years?

Once again here is one.  One who would see.  Step forward in Faith.  Knowing Who I am.  Knowing I am God.  Believing.   Seeing.  Knowing.  Serving.   In simplicity.  Being.  In Me.

What do I ask?  That you would be.  In Me.  Please.  Do let our relationship begin!  O children!  I have courted you for all time!  Come forth, your Lover waits!  Come Here.  I would console your broken heart.  I would mend your repentant self.  I have waited for our moment.  Will you let it be?  It is YOU who have wandered.  It is *I* Who have stayed.  Waiting.  Waiting.  Waiting.  For My people.  For you.  Amen.   †

(Hosea 2:16-18, 21-22; Psalm 145:2-9; Matthew 9:18-26)

With Love, in the Two Hearts,
His Sarah

Marked with His Holy Blood


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