Messages From on High
"I am the Way to a True Life in Me"
Message 454
Title: " Love is the Way of My Cross" (A special Message) "
(Notebook XLIII, pp. 8--21)
Live + Jesus
Third week of Lent, Friday, March 20, 1998
Dear Jesus and Holy Mother,
[I am awakened early to write for Jesus.....]
Record well, child, that which you are about to hear. (Yes, my Lord and my God!!)C-H-I-L-D-R-E-N, C-H-I-L-D-R-E-N, C-H-I-L-D-R-E-N. Can you not hear My Voice? Have you not been in a desert, for even a moment? Have you not realized for even a moment the existence of life without Me? Have you not thought, for one small moment, what life would be like without Me? C-H-I-L-D-R-E-N! I AM HERE! I AM WITH YOU ALWAYS! UNTIL THE END OF TIME. And then, My dear ones, I shall comfort you and hold you as never before. For then, as the world would slip away, if you have remained in My Grace, I shall be your only support and you shall see it clearly! You shall see ME clearly! In the End Time, yes! But, what about NOW?
I am with you ALWAYS, until the end of time. What of NOW? I am here. Where are YOU? Have you joined Me yet? Or do you STILL make Me wait? Is there still one moment you would reserve from Me? Is there still one deceptive moment in which you think YOU are in charge of time? That a moment of your life might be wasted on a self indulgence, when you have been created to serve Me?
I weep for all generations. My Tears fall like rain upon you! O! The power of deception! How he who is evil has persuaded so many souls, [and] so many angels to follow him! For one moment of time. Time for self. Not time for Me.
Lambs! WOULD I harm you? I am God. Your Loving Lord! Would I cause you a pain? Pain is an outpouring of sin. I have created PERFECTION! And so, here you are in a vale of tears. By your "yes," your agreement to sin. The weakness is inherent. The "yes" is your own.
Lambs! L-O-O-K at Me! I am your Loving Lord! I am your Saviour! I am JESUS! L-O-O-K AT ME! Of what do I speak? I speak of how I Love you. I speak of how you Love Me. I speak of how you Love one another. I speak of Wounds. My Own. Inflamed with every lack of Charity which prevails.
My Flesh aches. My Flesh pines for every lack of Charity. Come, let Me show you. Here, upon My Back. See! See the tear, the rip in My Flesh. Yes. From the Scourging. Ripped to the Bone, am I. A viscous tongue. I have been scourged by a viscous tongue. Ponder this while I look upon the pool of My Blood already dropped within My Sweat. In the Garden. Here. Yes. I have sweated Blood and Tears. For every sin for every moment I would endure. For every sin. Your own. I have been in Agony. Even before the whip. Even before the flogging. Even before the tear, the rip, to My Chest, My Back, My Body.
They have beat Me. They have beat Me. I am swelling. I am Bloody. Even now before the trial has begun. The tongues have screamed. They have scorned Me. They have mocked Me. They have beat Me with their fists. For every act of anger that would be. This Flesh of Mine has endured, has suffered. Would die. But not yet. For some would "smoothe-talk" Me. Some would lie. Some would pretend I shall not die. They deny Me. They refuse to admit I shall die. For them. For sin. For you. For sin. For you. I sweat. Blood. Tears. I swell. I bleed. I suffer. I die. But not yet. For the sins of every mouth. For the sins of every fist. Intended, or completed. Thought, or accomplished. Violence of mind. Violence of body. I have suffered for you.
Love one another as I Love you. I am Simplicity. Hear Me. I speak. Come follow Me. Be in Me. As I am in You. Achieve Perfection. Come. Try. Be. In Me. Yes, as I am in you. Now. Come. Join Me. Here, in My Pool of Blood. Would you come? Follow Me? Here? Everywhere? Would you? Will you? Willingness. Are you willing?
My children, who do you say that I am? They say that I am a King. The King of the Jews. They have heard the cry. They have heard. I am the King of the Jews. Who do you say that I am? They mock Me. They refuse Me. They parade Me for their own pleasure. God used for pleasure. They mock My Name. They challenge My Authority. They fool with Me. They spin Me about. They disguise the issue. They cover My Wounds in purple garment. They mock Me. They spit on Me. They treat Me rudely. They adhere to their thought. They defend their position and push My further away. They ridicule Me, use My Name in vain. Who do you say that I am? What profanity flows from your lips? What uncharitable words have you spoken? About one another. To one another. What have you thought? If you have done it to the least of your brothers, you have done it unto Me. It is Me Who you mock. Me who you scorn. Me who you curse. It is Me. It is Me Who you pretend not to see. Me to Whom you deny an act of Charity. One act of kindness. It is Me you deny.
My children, I speak of power, glory, kingship. To whom does it rightfully belong? Who governs the moment? Who do you serve? Who governs the moment? Who do you serve? God or man? Me or you? Eternity or the moment? Grace or sin? Spirit or flesh? Which spirit?
Authority! In your strut. Your aloofness. Your way.....beyond your fellow-man. Authority used AGAINST someone is not authority at all. It is weakness disguised as greatness. It is lie, deceit, sin. There is one Kingship, Mine. All Authority bows before Me. But when it does not, it recedes. It fashions a crown. A crown of worldly gain. And pride swells. And ego bows before an image of self-importance. And you crown yourself. And you rule, by the power of pride, your own heart. Your own kingdom. Of your soul. By you will. You crown your own "glory," the power of the moment. You forsake Me for a moment, of dissipating world. A moment traded for eternity. Here in the kingdom of a sinful heart.
Who do you say that I am? King of the Jews! You do not understand Me. I have asked that you follow. But in fear, you have fled. You must abolish My Kingdom to inhabit your own. Your crown is a puff of pride. Mine is a Crown of Thorns. Your pride pierces My Scalp. Your desire for power pierces My Skull. You would rise up before Me. My Head hangs low in pain. The pain you have caused Me. I wear this Crown of Thorns for every moment of pride. Have you said, "Not I, Lord?" This tine on this part of My Crown is for you. Have you wielded authority even once, over another for your own gain? This prick to My Scalp is for you. Have you walked from My Way to the path of your own choice? That moment, every moment, of self over Me is a tine in My Crown. You have pierced the Head of your Lord. I bleed. I suffer. For you.
Every step you have taken which is not My Own, I have carried My Cross for you. Every fall you have taken into sin, I have fallen under the burden of your sin. Every denial you have made of Me in your life, I have been jeered at and spit upon. You have cried, "Poor me!" I have heard, "Crucify Him!" You have denied My Way. You have veered from My Law. You have not lived in Charity. You have yelled to crucify Me. You would not stand on the Path, alone with My Cross. You hide in the crowd. "There is strength in numbers.....the way of the world." .....Every excuse have you lived by. Come, follow Me. My Way is the Cross. You have crucified Me!
You would help because you were forced to. Or, would you rush to My Side? I was hungry, did you feed Me. Sorrowing, did you comfort Me. Wounded. Did you assist Me. Wounded. Did you stab Me? With your lack of charity, did you deny Me? Was your act of kindness rendered freely? Motivation. What was the thought. In your midst? I have suffered for the thoughts in your mind!
Who are My friends? Where are they now? Who would support Me? Come, follow Me. Be in Me. Now. Who has come? Who has stayed? Who would be with Me here? Will you? I look at you with such longing. Who is My Mother, My brother, My sister? Are you? Is it not you? I am everywhere. Here under the weight of this Cross. Here in the crowd. Our eyes meet. Do we recognize one another? Do you see Me in all upon whom your eyes fall? Do you see Me in YOU? I am there. I am here. In you. Come follow Me. I struggle. I stumble. I fall. I am dying. Come, follow Me.
Children, there is a place of rest. It is on this piece of wood. What have you done with your hands? THEY ARE NAILING ME TO A CROSS! What have you touched? Who have you touched? THE NAIL! THE HAMMER! THE PAIN! How have you touched the life of another? What act of Charity have you not performed? I CAN NO LONGER MOVE MY HANDS! I can no longer reach you, touch you! Comfort you! I CAN NO LONGER MOVE MY HANDS! I cannot itch My Beard, wipe the sweat from My Brow. I cannot comfort My Mother! THEY HAVE BOUND MY HANDS AND FEET. THEY HAVE NUMBERED ALL MY BONES!
O children! Where have you gone? Where have you walked? Into what den of iniquity? Where have your feet taken you? Why have you gone there? MY FEET! MY BONE! MY FLESH! THE PAIN! I can no longer walk into the crowd to comfort them, to feed them, to teach them. I can no longer walk into the synagogue to teach, to worship, to be with My God. I can no longer run to help those in need. To be with My Mother. I can no longer move! THEY HAVE NAILED ME TO A CROSS! They are your sisters and brothers! They who have done this are you! Each! By your sin. And so, here I suffer.
I thirst. When would you comfort Me. I cannot breathe. When would you assist Me. I am dying. When would you be with Me. My needs are now so minimal. Where have you gone? There is not much life left. Would you not remain with Me? I have no friends. Where have you gone? My only support are these nails. The wood. This Cross. Father, forgive them. They know not what they do. Father! I am not alone!
I weep, Father.
For them, Father. For the sins of the world, Father.
Receive My Spirit, Father. For them. Please.
For every sin. Every lack of Charity.
FATHER, I DIE FOR THEM! Receive My Spirit!
Father! Look at Me!
This is My Body. This is My Blood, given for the sins of the world!
Father! I cover them! I envelop them!
Every sin, My Lord, do I absorb into My suffering.
Every sin, My Lord, My God, My Father!
Have Mercy on them, on all the sins of the world! Father, I pray one prayer:That they would follow Me, be one in Me as I am in You. That they would be in Me. Father! That they would Love one another as I Love You, as You Love them. For the Sake of Love! That they would live and die for the Sake of Love For the Sake of You! Father! Your Mercy! Do not withhold Your Mercy! FATHER! Comfort My people! I cover them with My Body, My Blood. Be Merciful, Father! For I would not lose a one of them! F-A-T-H-E-R! I beg You with My Life! Be Mindful of Your people, Lord! Father! Delay the Moment, that they might be saved! That they might come. That they might know. That Love covers a multitude of sins! FATHER! Hear My Cry!
I give You My Life, Father. For the sins of all mankind. Spare them, O Lord. Father, into Your Hands I commend My Spirit. Amen. It is finished. Amen. +
Daughter, well placed will this Message be. Mark it special. Its title is, "Love is the Way of My Cross." I commend it to My children. To ponder. To reflect. To be. To grow. In Me. By Me. Because of Me. Because I Love them. Because I Love you. All, each. Forever and ever. Amen. And sign it in My Name. In My Blood. By My Heart and the Heart of My Mother. For Love prevails. Our hearts prevail. My Life prevails. Amen.
(Yes, My Lord and my God! I bow in humble service before You. Maranatha! Come, Lord Jesus. May we be one in You. Amen!!)
(Hos. 14:2-10; Ps. 81:6-11, 14, 17; Mk. 12:28-34)
With Love, in the Two Hearts,
His Sarah
