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You Are Raising Your Children Without God
December 22, 1993 - 5:00 a.m.
Jesus speaks: This is the day of the Lord. Slowly approaches My day, My birth. I am Jesus, Your Savior. I come as a little baby to save a big world. How could such a little one save a world and all those to come? This little one, My child, is God-made-man of Mary, just a baby coming in such silence, yet He comes with the might to save the world from its sin. He comes into a little stable and He comes without any proclamations from mankind. The beasts surround Him, the King of Glory. His court is made up of cows and sheep and His bed is dirty hay. Oh, how we await the birth of a baby. Everyone is eager to know of His arrival. All is ready, yet Mary does not have a place to lay her child. There is not room for them except with the beasts of the stable. Did Mary know that Jesus would be born in such poverty? She has said "yes" to all the events that are to happen. This is her firstborn baby and there is not a place for them.
R. What things we are so eager to surround ourselves with and God is born in such poverty under the eyes of animals! The choirs of angels sing, but the world is numb to the event. Is this not how it is 2000 years later? It is Christmas Saturday, yet where are the statues and the stables remembering Christ's birth? Can you find any remembrances in stores? They are too busy. You cannot go and pay except for waiting in line at the money counter, a line to buy treasures, while the Son of Man waits in tabernacles all over the world and who comes?
Is the world today so blind that its people call this Day Christmas, but who is talking about Christ? Little snowmen, reindeer, Santa Claus, little sleds, red and green, and bells and holly. Should not every little detail be tended to? The family is all prepared. Gifts are wrapped to perfection yet where is the baby? Is a picture of Christ on any paper or magazine? He, the King of Glory, sits alone in every church while people wait in line with batteries and cards and wrap. How long do they wait in that line? Does it matter? Christmas is the most important event of the year to them and every detail must be tended to.
Wake up, America. How you are fixed on such foolishness! Ribbons and bows and wreaths adorn the house from the top to the bottom, inside and outside. Sound the trumpet! But the Son of Man waits in churches all over by Himself and the busier they become, the more the faithful ones rush too.
Jesus speaks: I am Christmas. It is My Birthday. The Son of Man waits in a tabernacle. There are no trumpets. There is not a line. He is alone! What is the first Commandment? "I am the Lord, thy God. Thou shalt not have any gods before Me." America, you have so many gods, but the true God is ignored!
My heart aches at the blindness of My children. Every detail, indeed, is tended to but the details of the heart. Adorn the body, adorn the house, decorate the trees and lights and play the music. Music to Rudolf, music to the snowmen, music to Santa, but some will not even sing a song to Christ the King. What do they think the words to Silent Night mean?
The adoration pleases Me. This is My birthday. Who will even come to Me? Very few even know what Christmas is about. Does Christ reign in their hearts or do other gods? Who will you worship this Christmas, Christ the Savior or some other god? I wait, My children, just as I do every moment of every day. I never leave. I wait for you. I am Jesus, Son of the Living God. Please come and make in your hearts a place for Me. I want to come into your hearts and dwell there. Open wide to the King of Kings. Take the blinders off your eyes. Let Me in. Your hearts have turned to stone and your bodies are numb. What has happened to My beautiful ones?
R. Think of a baby, so bright, so beautiful, so alive! His face reflects the courts of heaven. His eyes are beauty in themselves! Then look at the eyes of my children 20 years later! Look at the mall-how people dress and how they act. This 20-year old at the mall is reflecting your world! Is it not the same beautiful baby that was born? But look at people standing around-looking, for what? Is there anything at the mall to feed a soul? Look how big they are, these malls! Now they have two floors. You get lost! Is there anything of God at the mall? Do you feed your face, America, on every corner, but leave your soul withering and shriveled up!
Jesus speaks: This 20-year old is the child created by My Father to know, love and serve God, but, America, what did you teach him, when he was that little baby, about God? How was he to learn when you yourselves put God on a back burner or have no room for Him at all. You made this child at the mall. God made the baby. God gave you this baby with eyes still on heaven and you wiped the sparkle from his eyes and piped in your world. If he was fed on God and the things of heaven, if his heart was nurtured and cared for, he would still have sparkling eyes, the eyes reflect the heart within. You have taught him your ways, America. His eyes are not like those of babies. How can he look to heaven when you, yourself, know nothing about heaven? Take a baby young and give it what are the true treasures. Tell it about God. Make the Bible the book that is read and found on every table and by every bed.
America, you are missing it. You are raising children without a God. To be created to know, love and serve God, but not be taught anything about God! You, America, are responsible for taking the sparkling eyes and making them dull and changing his heart to stone. You, America are responsible for the stalking soul that goes about in such unrest, but has no training of God and no example from which to learn about God. You, America, have taken a beautiful child and made him into a bundle of unrest, nervous energy, jumpy looks, wild music. What do you feed this stalking soul? Is it sex? Is it self-indulgence. Is it drink? You gave it nothing of what it was created for and it has no source to obtain it. Children are given such unrest in their world: self-indulgent games, music, drink, magazines. And the soul lives on unattended! Such unrest stalks the young heart with no clue about how to be saved.
America, this is your child. How can he be saved? You kept him from the things of God and now he walks the malls searching with hollow eyes and a heart yearning to find that which he craves. Children are thirsty for Me. They are driven by their souls to know Me. America, what do you teach them? You are feeding them garbage and they are sick from it. A daily diet of garbage, of filth! You give them a handful of dirt for food! What would your body do if you fed it dirt? Oh, how you are hurting your loved ones, your little children. They come with a guardian angel they never know. They never even hear the word of God or, if they do, it is taught as a far-off thing in the distance. You will reach God as He is alive in your own hearts. You, America, have borne the children. You took innocent babies and slaughtered some. Then, to those who survived, you fed a daily dose of garbage!
But how could you give them anything but a hardened heart when yours was frozen in your very chest. You cannot teach what you do not know. These messages, America, are your answers. Read them to your young. Tell them about Jesus. My words are not hard to understand. You do not need much education. A second-grader could understand My messages here. What they need from you you can explain.
Where is the family circle of prayer? Where are our pictures on your walls? Where is My crucifix, by which you are saved? To My death I love each one of you, yet you do not know that My death and resurrection is of any account in your life.
This is not your life here. Your life will go on and on after your body goes. This is your test, America. You have made the test the finished product and you do not even take the test. It has become an end in itself. None of this matters here-all this materialism. I am so sad in My heart for My little ones being raised in this culture. Some homes do not even have a Bible or a crucifix.
Spread My word, My children. Teach your little ones about God. Spend time in prayer and tell your sick brothers about God. Tell them to read the Bible and pray to the Holy Spirit. He has the wisdom their souls crave. He gives gifts to those who ask. I am ready to shower you with My graces and lead you back myself. Plant the seeds. How can anything germinate if the seed was not planted. You are My sowers in a starving world. Plant the seeds to your brothers. Tell children about God. Their minds are so open. Get them young. Tell children in your family, your seed may save their soul. Tell them about My love. Don't miss any opportunity. Your reward will be great in heaven for all the seeds you sow!
Tell little ones wherever you are that Jesus is Lord and He is a God of Love. Tell children about their souls. They need to care for them and feed them. Tell them to fill themselves with good, not evil. Give them Bibles. There are children's Bibles. These plant seeds that will live in their hearts. They are My children and I love them. I need you to plant the seeds. I will provide water and sunlight. I will talk in their hearts and they will listen if you plant the seeds.
Have prayer groups for children. What a way to spread the faith! They do not see other children praying so they do not pray. I will attend those prayer groups and work in their hearts there. My power is mighty, but I cannot work in a barren desert. You must be constantly sowing seeds. Spend money on Bibles and give them to children. Give them little books about God. Tell them of My love. There is a magic in the book about God you give to a child. I will make it come alive in its life. But you must give the book. If you have any opportunity, tell children about Me and how I love them and I am by their side with such love and care for them. You can do so much for the children by doing so little. My magic will work on the little seeds you plant.
Have a light heart and ask for guidance. Submit yourselves to Me so I can reach your brothers through you! Look at how many souls you touch each day. Sow seeds of life in their hearts. They will not turn you off. They are thirsty. Give them the messages I write here. Give them the Blue Book. They will turn their hearts to God. I will work on them as they read. They will receive life from this book, life in their souls. Alleluia.
I am the son of God and I come into your midst as a baby, mighty and powerful, but little and helpless. I come to you in Communion. I am God. My power shines on your soul there. Do not go a day without receiving Me. If your children are sick, teach them to make a Spiritual Communion. The power of the Eucharist is the most powerful.
Don't miss the opportunity to go to Communion every day. Make spiritual communions throughout the day. I long to be united to you. Beg for this union. In moments of silence, come and sit with Me. At home, make a Spiritual Communion and sit with Me there for short periods of silence. I will come to you and dwell in your hearts. I yearn to be alone with you and share My love. If you have 5 to 10 minutes at home, come to Me. You will have a new energy and peace. I give you what you need. Be alone with Me and sit. Don't be anxious. Just be patient and not busy. Sit still. Let Me work in your heart. Do not expect any concrete results. I give you what you need and you do not need to feel anything. Make your life a time to deepen your union with Me. The Ultimate Work of your Heart is to be united to Me. I work. You sit in silence and in submission. You become selfless and unattached. Transcend your body and be with Me in the soul. Sit now in silence. Don't be busy. Let yourself go in a Spiritual Communion. Ask Jesus to come into your heart now. You are too hard. Be like jello, let go. Let go of everything. I will work on all that. Leave it behind and be with Me, alone.
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