He Laid Aside His Garments..

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“Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into His hands, and that  He had come from God and was going to God, rose from Supper, laid aside His garments, and girded Himself with a towel.  Then He poured water into a basin, and began to wash the disciples feet, and to wipe them with the towel with which He was girded…”

In that portion of John 13, the sentence, “laid aside His garments and girded Himself with a towel” is emphasized.  There is much in these words, as from Jesus’s very incarnation..even while He was still in Heaven, our exiled King laid aside His garments for the Father.., He laid aside His reputation, all of His rights and His Majesty and Divinity, and lowered Himself as a servant to a fallen Creation.  A Creation made of nothing but mere space dust which the Holy Spirit had breathed His Life into, and which the Father had originally fashioned into His image..    But dust (all of us) that lost that original image and needs restoration.  So the Son of the Father came down to this environmentally dysfunctional planet to live amongst men, .. to lay aside His divinity and be a servant of servants for the Father.

Jesus came to get His hands dirty.   He touched the leper with love;  He also washed the disciples filthy smelly feet.. yes including Judas’s feet, and He knew that Judas was about to betray Him.    Jesus came to serve and not to be served., and those who seek to belong to Him, as subjects of His Kingdom are also identified with Him as the Servant of servants.

I asked our Lord, if He wouldn’t mind allowing me to blindly open up to something from His recorded words in “He and I” pertaining to this, and He gave me this:

“5/22/47-  “See everything in Truth.  May your whole life speak the language of Love, in Me and by Me.  And may the moments that remain for you be nothing but goodness and tenderness- the gift of yourself.  You remember that evening before My death?  Wasn’t it as though My entire being had been translated into Love during My last supper?  Be full of indulgence and compassion for everone.  Remember that I called Judas “My friend”.  Imitate your Bridegroom.  Desire to be identified with Him.”

~Thankyou, our Lord of love and humility♥♥♥

Pray With Me…

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In the garden of Gethsemane, Jesus asked His three closest disciples if they would watch and pray with Him as He knelt some yards away.  His sweat was as drops of blood, so intense was the spiritual attack against Him by Satan and his demonic agents of darkness.  If Evil could have permission to kill Him there and then in that garden, they would have, so that Jesus.. whose face was set toward Jerusalem where they killed and stone the prophets, would not be able to fulfill His Father’s perfect will for mankind’s salvation.

Satan visited Jesus many many times with various traps, temptations and provocations, so that He would not be that spotless Lamb… so that He would somehow be corrupted in His purity and not be suitable as the Lamb of Sacrifice for mankind.   All temptations failed against Jesus… who ever emptied Himself of all selfishness and ego, so satan could never find anything to trip Him up with or make Him fall.  He already emptied Himself of all self, and made Himself lower than any man, so He couldn’t fall.. He was already at ground level and placed Himself last place in all things.   Satan knew His ministry was coming to a close, and He would be offering Himself according to the Father’s will.,  so he saved his worst , more vehement temptations and attacks against Jesus strategically at the end.. starting in Gethsemane, and culminating right up to Jesus’s death on the cross.

Jesus desired that His closest disciples would pray with Him.,.. would give Him some comfort and spiritual support by praying with Him to the Father, because He knew it was a real possibility that He might even die in that Garden..  Satan was throwing everything against Him.    Instead of praying or watching with Him, they fell asleep, leaving Jesus alone against satan, pleading before the Father for the strength to carry on His mission .. yet nevertheless, not HIS will…  not HIS desires, but whatever change in plan the Father might have.. He wanted only to do what pleased the Father.

Centuries earlier, another son of David.., king Solomon, penned the Song of Solomon, and wrote about the Shulamite woman who could not get out of bed when her Beloved knocked for her to let him in.   His hair was “wet with the dew of the night”., as though he had just been through a great battle with the enemy, and was seeking consolation and intimacy with his fiance’…his bride-to-be.   What a chance she missed to embrace her Beloved and wipe the blood and sweat off of his brow.  To be his “Veronica”, for him, and wipe the dew of affliction off of His face.  What a chance the disciples missed in comforting the One they loved and left everything behind to follow.

In the journal, “He and I”, Gabrielle records “I was watching Him weep in the Garden of Gethsemane and I asked Him to let His tears fall into my heart.”

She then records Jesus’s response to her:   “Yes, there were moments when I saw the comfort that My soul friends would give Me all down the ages.  I saw their great desire to suffer in My place, and I sent flowing to them the merits of My fearful agony, for I saw the first man  and all the others, right to the very last.  What a burden, My child for one who atones!”…..

“…. Come and watch Me suffer in the garden, just as though it were that very night.  It is always that very night, for God sees all time at a glance.  Don’t leave Me!  I’m like a terrified child who begs not to be left alone.  Stay there, let Me know that you’re with Me.  A presence is soothing.  Hold My hand.  I am only a poor Man full of distress even though I Am God.  Noone will ever understand the depths of My desolation.  I feel the need of being surrounded by all My dear ones, for I see the powers of evil let loose and I am alone to defend Myself.  Pray with Me.  Do you have a firmer belief in My love now that you see Me suffer so?”

note:  photograph from a movie still of the movie, “The Passion of Christ”

A Contrite Heart After Death

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On 5/7/19, I was still semi-sleeping when in my mind’s eye I saw a flash of my late father’s face looking at me with contrition and love in his eyes.. (this vision appeared without color.. in grey/white) as though He was allowing the Holy Spirit to convict him of things he could have obeyed more while on earth…sins of omission, sins of commission, etc.   I believe he is in some part of Heaven’s outskirts, being permitted by Gods mercy to receive spiritual cleansing and conviction from the Holy Spirit. He believed Jesus was his Savior, but , like the rest of us in our family , went about things his own way without placing Christ in the center of his focus in life.   So there were some conflicts in our family that my father had played a part in, ..yet he also had that faith that Jesus was his Savior.   His self-nature was his own worst enemy, as our own self-nature is also OURS as well.

I told him after seeing this vision, that I love him, and hold nothing against him… he was a super father in many ways where he had received God’s grace. I told him, I , myself also need to be delivered of my own selfishnesses and to pray for me as well!

I felt this joy in my heart that seemed to be the Holy Spirit permitting me to feel my father’s response to my prayer reply.  I’m thinking my father may be undergoing a spiritual purging process, and his contrite heart seen in his eyes in this vision confirmed that to me!

May we all allow the Holy Spirit to continue to prepare us now while we are alive… so that we can be ready for our Bridegroom when it is our time to go ♥

My Hell Visit

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My Hell Visit on April 4, 2016

I think it is pertinent in context for me to share how the LORD Jesus protected me in Hell no different than He did for Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego after King Nebuchadnezzar threw them into the furnace. I only divulged it publicly two day ago on social media sites. Here I go.

I was in my mom’s village in Guyana. I looked up at the sky. It was covered with a glowing crimson/yellowish color. In an instant, I was in Hell. There were raging fires everywhere leaping high, wide, and far. And I was in the midst of it. I was literally engulfed by fierce and devouring flames. Regardless, I did not feel any heat on my skin or any burning sensation whatsoever. Not a hair on my bald head was singed. Neither did I smell the fires nor the stench of Hell. I felt insulated. Totally! I did not hear any screams or the noise created by the explosive fires. I was deaf to it. All of it! The silence in the midst of unfathomable chaos was stupendous. I was momentarily shocked at being in Hell. How did I get there? I don’t know. I did not see anyone. But someone was in my company. The person was just behind and to my right. I did not know who he was. Then, I heard a loud voice said emphatically, “GO STRAIGHT! GO HOME!” I realized right away a path was before me. But it was hidden by the wall of raging fire. I knew it was the only way out, and I had to go through it by faith. I obeyed the voice. I ran forward. The person followed beside me. The ferocious flames instantly blew a gale-force blast to prevent my momentum. I persisted mindful the only way out was just ahead. Somehow, and to my surprise, the flames immediately parted in absolute obedience to each step forward I ran. I arrived back on earth at that very moment.

“The angel of the LORD encampeth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them” (Psalm 34:7).

Experience shared by Amarnauth Desmond Somrah in video comments

A Dream Supporting Life

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Had a dream about the fetus in the womb. I touched his heart and it was BEATING STRONGLY. I said: “He’s alive!!” I took him in my arms and nursed the baby. I had a lot of milk and the baby grew and opened his big beautiful brown eyes!! I handed the baby to his mother and said, “ I will buy milk for him!!” The mother did not want to feed him and he lost weight the next day when I weighed him..a few ounces down.

I pleaded with the mother, please! I will buy him milk!!” Then I woke up.

Dream shared by Elizabeth 4icxc in video comments

His Wounded Hands of Love

 

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This morning I was thinking about Jesus’s wounded hands..   If ever a person should have had the utmost care given their hands, it is Jesus.. because He had done nothing but good, and expressed nothing but love with those hands of His.   He touched a leper as He healed him.. (and it wasn’t necessary for Him to touch that leper for him to be healed.. His heart was stirred with compassion for the leper); He pulled people out of their deathbeds with those hands.  With His hands, He worked with wood to support Mary and her other children after Joseph died. As a servant, He washed the disciples dirty feet with His hands. He picked up the little child to bless with His hands and with His hands He wipes away our tears.

Those hands deserved the utmost expensive nard ointment and a solid gem encased gold ring on His finger., but Jesus is as the child reaching for the injured bird caught in  the thorns, to save it from death.   Happily he saves the bird , not concerned with the thorn caused bloody wounds.  All Jesus ever expressed with His hands was Divine love.

Even when Jesus used His hands to hold the whip that drove the money changers out of the Temple, He wielded that whip with Divine Love..   Not to injure the money changers, but to detox the Temple of the festering greed of alliance with this World’s system.

The Holy Spirit always led His hands, but it was mankind who mistreated them , bludgeoning them with thick iron stake-like nails., damaging the flesh , muscles and nerves in His hands/wrists as His arms were forced out of joint as they hammered them onto the wooden crossbeam of His cross.  The cross He was made to carry up Golgotha with those splintered hands of love.  The cross made of wood from trees He had once shaped as a carpenter’s son.  Trees He had created centuries earlier with His Father and Holy Spirit for this Earth.. made out of love for man and beast.

No, our Lord deserved precious ointment on those hands,!    In Heaven, we will see those hands and if He permits, we will kiss them in tears, for what He endured to pull us out of the Thorns of this World and our self, to set us free to embrace Him .. with our hands!