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I Give You My Life
May 23, 1994 After Mass at Father Smith's Chapel
Oh, beloved of My Father, I give you My life. My life I give to you, My precious one. If they only knew what they hold in their breasts. I am your treasure, little one. I am truly God. I speak to you. I lament their passing. They do not know that they hold Jesus Christ, the Son of God in their breasts. Tell them for Me, My child, tell them. Do not think of yourself, think of those moments we share every day after Communion and know My aching Heart. I am God. I come to them. Tell them I want to be, oh, so much closer with them, deeply in love with them.
Such indifference, such disrespect! They are blind. I am God. Listen to Me. I come to you in your body. Reverence Me. I beg you, do not wound Me with your blindness. I will make all things clear in your sight if you sit with Me. Don't just put in your time. You are here in deepest love with Me, yearning, loving, burning love. You run from My altar. I tell you I am God. You are My beloved ones.
Oh, I can't make you understand. You will not listen. You want your will. You want your word. You are so blind and so worldly dumb. I am truly here, Jesus Christ, the Son of God, Who died for you. What do I do to tell you? You do not listen. You do not, in your stiff-necked ways, comprehend My love, poured to you in the Eucharist! Come unto Me, beloved of My Father. I beg you to open your hearts to the fire of My love.
R. He allows me to experience His emotions to a small degree.
Jesus: When you love someone, sweet one, you share that person's sorrow. I suffer for My beloved ones not to even realize they receive God truly present in the Eucharist.
R. I saw Jesus in a white tunic with a cross on His back. His gown was not really very stained. I saw His crown of thorns. I knew Mary was off to the side and He was looking into her eyes. I felt such sadness. I could see it as plainly as if I were there and experienced the emotion. (Saw in my heart,experienced emotion).
He told me to kneel in front of the tabernacle and praise Him, the one, true God, to soothe His Heart for all of His beloved ones who ran out after Communion. He told me to kneel three times.
After Communion I felt as if my entire chest was full and burning but I felt sadness because He was sad for those who had left. His white tunic was limp and somewhat dirty with dark mud. It was close to the beginning of when He had the cross because He appeared to have some strength. The day was bright and hot. The cross was big and not like a tree, as if it had been made with care.
How is it that Jesus - to make a cross with care for our beloved Savior? What of the minds and hearts of the men who had fashioned His cross? Did they think of what they were doing? Did they even know? What of the indifference and neglect we give to Jesus in Holy Communion? Do we even know? Do we realize that Jesus, the Son of God, waits for us with such longing as we walk away, that He is truly the same Jesus Who died this brutal death on the cross? Are we like those who fashioned His cross with care, not knowing what would become of such a cross?
Are our intentions pure, but we still wrong our brothers as we wrong Jesus when we treat Him with this irreverence before and after Communion? How do we become aware and tuned in to Jesus to know all He is making so clear?
We must listen. He is indeed speaking here. The Holy Spirit gives us His gifts that, where we were blind, we now see. Open our eyes to You, oh, blessed Savior. Let us see, with the eyes of God, all we are so blinded to. Just like this indifference to You is the way we treat our brothers. We do not even know we are neglectful and hurting them!
Jesus: Open your hearts to the love of God. Beg for the gifts of the Holy Spirit. In loving Me, you love the Father. He loves you as I love you. We are one with each other. You are so loved, child, loved by Us. Think of a toddler that is given such love by its parents. We love you beyond your comprehension.
Mary, your mother, is forever by you. You are so loved. Be not blind. Angels and saints walk with you. You have the love of the one, triune God, child, and my own mother. She mothers you, child, no less than she mothered Me. Do not worry for your lives. Our love is surrounding you. You are so favored and blessed, and you fume and fret and go to the world!
Open your eyes and see with your hearts, all that is before you. You need intimacy in your hearts with the one, true God! We are one in you and you will be one in Us. Come and sup with Me, little one. The time is at hand. I give you a land flowing with milk and honey and you run for the barren desert.
Come, come to Me, My babies. You are so loved!
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