Messages From on High - "I am the Way to a True Life in Me"
Message 869Title: "I am the Gift, the Promised Paraclete."
(Notebook 52, pp. 184--189)
Live † Jesus
Sixth Sunday of Easter, May 9, 1999
Dear Jesus and Holy Mother,
[The Lord speaks.....]
Today we shall have a story. Sit quietly, now, while I tell the tale. It is about a little sheep. A little sheep within a fold. Gentle and kind. Let us pretend it is you. You, O little one, who reads, who writes. Let us begin.Since the moment of its birth, the little lamb thought of itself as very wonderful! Yet, day by day, those around it began to say things which made the little sheep feel not only ordinary, but rejected, rejected by the flock. Now I ask you, how could a sheep who looks precisely like the rest, be different? See? It is the difference on the inside. I am the Good Shepherd and I know Mine and Mine know Me.
So one day, the little sheep happened to be closer to the shepherd than any other day. The shepherd picked up the lamb and fondled it and Loved it and whispered many things to it. In that moment, the sheep felt so entirely different. Yes, he could only "baah" like the rest, and he looked like the rest, but he knew he had changed. He knew he had been changed. I am the Font of Life.
And the sheep was placed again within the fold. But his newness was apparent to all around him. And soon enough, the flock was pushing ever closer to the shepherd. For those who follow recognize a Good Leader in their midst.
Life continued day by day and the flock so happily followed their Shepherd. Such a union was seen and felt among them. A tenderness. A growth. A flock like no other before. A Shepherd like no one before Him.
And then one day, the Shepherd died. The flock returned to its scared little self. The lamb who was once held by the Shepherd felt alone. All which had become Truth was now mixing with confusion. Had it all been a dream? Had the words whispered by the Shepherd been True? Hope seemed lost.....yet not. For the change which had occurred in the little sheep left a sincere desire to look for the Shepherd; to find Him, no matter what, beyond death, into Eternity.
The day was great. The sun was blazing. Promise and Hope were in the air. I am the Resurrection. I am the Life. I am the Good Shepherd. I know Mine and Mine know Me.
And for a time, the Shepherd travelled with the flock. Once again, they were a union. Happily, the little lamb followed. Hoping and trusting that all would be well. I must ascend to My Father in Heaven.
Sadly, yet happily, the little sheep looked on as the scene of his Shepherd grew in magnitude! There in such brilliance, was He ascending from the earth.....the Shepherd. Just as He had said! He was always in fulfillment of His Word. And He promised. He would send a Paraclete. A Spirit. His Own.
The sheep pondered these thoughts. He wanted to ask, "How can this be?" But then.....all ELSE had been, just as the Master, the Shepherd, had said. The change evoked within him caused him to Hope, to Hope for the fulfillment of every Word the Shepherd had ever uttered.
Behold, I am with you always. Even until the End of Time. I am Promise. I am Hope. I am Love. I am Spirit. I am God. I am the Gift, the Promised Paraclete. And I have come to be Breath within your own. I am Life where death prevails. I am God. I am Spirit. Holy Spirit. And I enter every heart where I am welcomed. And I wait for every heart to open fully to Me. I take advantage, Holy Advantage, of every opportunity you afford Me. I am the Promised Gift of Jesus. I am He of Whom He spoke. I am the Holy Spirit. And I enter. And I guide; those who would follow.
And the sheep followed. Because they knew. Because they believed. Because the Promise was fulfilled in their hearing. Because the Shepherd's Words are Truth and Life. And because in fulfillment of the Promise, the Spirit leads. And the sheep follow. And God is pleased. And to live such a life would be Life lived happily ever after. Amen. †
(Acts 8:5-8, 14-17; Ps. 66:1-7, 16, 21; 1 Pt. 3:15-18; Jn. 14:15-21)
With Love, in the Two Hearts,
His Sarah
