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Jesus: A Man of Sorrows

This entry in my journal, dated 3/18/21, is a reflection of a greater need for a closer relationship with Jesus in my life. It’s a reflection all of us need to make. How much our Lord has longed to gather us all to Himself like a Mother Hen would with her chicks.. but we would not let Him. Sure, we have accepted Him as our Savior, but what about our most Intimate Friend , Lord and King? Our El Shaddai (All Sufficient One). Sure, in every age there has always been a few.. but only a few who long to follow our Lord for more than entertainment, teachings, healings.. but purely for Himself.

How often I went in my own direction and remained a prodigal in my heart.. as long as I accepted Jesus as my Savior and lived a moral life.. serving Him on my own terms as long as I wasn’t inconvenienced, yet patting myself on the back when I did actually do something unselfish for a change. I counted on Him to be there to bail me out of any trouble, but was I ever there for Him when He desired comfort and consolation from His own children?

That is partly why I believe Jesus is called “The Man of Sorrows, accquainted with grief”. I believe a lot of that grief He feels throughout all the ages comes from seeing those who have accepted Him to some degree not go beyond ourselves and ever closer to Him. A wise pastor of mine once mentioned how in the book of Revelations when Jesus had to correct the many different churches for being lukewarm & self-satisfied, and losing that “first love”, that His words to them were spoken with great sadness. The early Church started out with great love and fervor, but gradually became lukewarm- and now He stands at the door and knocks…. from the outside.

I asked our Lord if He would allow me to open up blindly to some of His recorded words to Gabrielle Bossis, from her journal “He and I” in reply to this reflection. I have goosebumps still at the spot-on reply back He gave me, as follows:

“What is lacking is loving desire for My glory- enthusiasm. Your thoughts and actions are monotonous without this intention of pleasing Me, of giving Me your love as one stretches out a caressing hand. This would be living for Me and not for yourselves.

You lift up your heads, but then you fall back again on your self-center. Even the best of you do this and I am the One Who is set aside. Sometimes I’m the “Sunday One”. I want to be the One of ALL your moments.”

Spiritual Aunts & Uncles For The Abused Children

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Beloved friends,

Jesus has urged me to share with you the joy I’m finding in lovingly encouraging trafficked children. I hesitated a while before committing myself to this, and wrote to Mother Clare about 18 months ago. This was her reply:

Your heart is for the children, just ask the Lord, “Send them to me Lord, I will comfort them.”  That’s all it takes and you may start to see them.  I saw them today.  Be very still, quiet and calm and listen, look, expecting to see or hear something.  Do not write it off to imagination when you see something, take it as the real deal.”

Mother Clare

Before sharing my testimony, I’m including excerpts from Mother Clare’s messages:

“My dear ones, you cannot imagine the plight these children are in. Their minds are so warped and twisted by fear, they cannot reason enough to escape their situation. They have the threat of being killed held over their heads. In some cases, even their families are being threatened if they do not comply. It is a wicked, evil system Satan has given these men to control vulnerable souls, making them victims of the most deplorable exploitation ever known to mankind…

“Then the Lord began to speak to me, “I want you to spiritually adopt trafficked children,” He began. “You are well aware of the horrible kidnapping, selling, and trafficking of poor innocent children throughout the world in many places. Not only are they taken from their parents and siblings, which in itself is terrorizing enough. But after being sold, they are beaten severely to make them submit, from the very first moment, to the unspeakable sexual abuse and painful violation of their tender little bodies.

“Some of you, yourselves, were subjected to terrible abuse and neglect when you were young, as well–and you know how devastating it was to you, even up into your adult years.

“I appeal to you now. Please work with Me to rescue, comfort, and heal these precious children and young adults who are daily victims of unbelievable terror and extreme pain; crying, begging, and pleading day and night for someone to PLEASE help them.

“They are constantly in a state of tremendous fear, as some are kept in chicken-wire cages, others in basements, cold, malnourished, and dehydrated. The only time they see the light of day is when they are dragged out, roughly washed, put in nice dresses with no under covering, and driven to clandestine motel rooms, where one or more drunken “customers” are just waiting to use and abuse them repeatedly. To hear the full messages click the links:

#. Spiritually Adopt a Trafficked Child. (Dec 16, 2017)
#. Difficult Days: Persevere. (Jan 22, 2018)
This is how I began: It was a huge leap of faith for me. One day I took a deep breath and said, “Hello children, this is Auntie Pam!” To my delight, a little voice answered!
At first I talked to the children very simply about Jesus and how much He loves them. And I prayed with them, assuring them that many other people are also praying for them. I said I would talk to them again the next day. A day or so later the children said, “We’ve told Jesus about you!” It was such a natural thing for little ones to say, and I think it was from that point that I was no longer tempted to doubt whether it was really happening.
What a joy it is to minister like this!
Time with my little group early every morning now lasts half an hour or more. Jesus has been giving me some great ideas. He prompted me to encourage them to pray Psalm 91 every day. I asked if they had anything to write on; to my surprise they had. I dictated the whole Psalm verse at a time over the next couple of weeks, encouraging them to try to learn what they could. Chatting to Jesus about the children, I told Him I wondered if I was expecting too much of them. Jesus replied, “They are going to surprise you, Pam!” And they did—big time! How excited they were to show me that they had learned the whole Psalm —they were bursting with a sense of achievement!
Then Jesus wanted me to branch out and teach the Beatitudes and His parables to them. Today it was the 23rd parable that I read to them. Jesus joins me, encouraging them Himself. He has a personal Word for the children most days. I imitate Mother Clare, saying (before I go on air) “Do You have a word for Our precious children today, Lord?” I scribble it down before joining them. They are so thrilled that Jesus has given a word just for them that they often want me to dictate His every word.
I asked my tiny group if they know any children who don’t yet belong to Jesus. They did, and knew straightaway what they should do. They were soon introducing a newly saved friend to me.  Jesus calls them His “little missionaries.”
Before long Jesus led me to teach about Holy Spirit. The children struggled to get free in tongues at first.  Remembering how I had eventually only broken free myself after a monumental struggle, I told them I would say something in tongues, and I asked them to join in, explaining that Holy Spirit wouldn’t let them make a mistake, but He couldn’t give them their own prayer language until they opened their mouth! It worked beautifully!
The next development was that they were not only winning a soul occasionally but  also praying for their new Christian friend to be baptised in Holy Spirit. At first they called me in to get their newly saved friend free in tongues. Then they realised they didn’t need my help! I was so thrilled!
Another joyous time was when the children learned what Holy Spirit does when they sing in tongues together! The way He blends their individual melodies into one glorious harmony was a surprise to them. These children are such a joy to teach. They are like little sponges, soaking up everything.
The children have been taken to visit Heaven. They were so excited to tell me all about it. Jesus told me a little later to ask them to begin thinking about how they would like their homes in Heaven to be… would they like a pet? What colours would they like in their homes? What kind of furniture? Would they, like Auntie Pam, love to have a little stream running through their garden?
One day Jesus told me He had visited Our tiny group in Person while I was talking to them. They actually saw Him among them. Wow!
A delightful development 
It was a wonderfully uplifting addition to our precious times together when Jesus gave me the idea of teaching praise and worship songs, playing them for the children on my phone. First a couple of songs by Don Francisco, then several by John Michael Talbot. I threw out a challenge one day from Don Francisco’s song “I will praise You, O Lord, with all my heart.” When they had mastered the words, I challenged them to find out how many times Don Francisco sings “Hosanna!” The next day they told me it was thirty times: they were spot on! They particularly enjoy dancing to that song. Jesus told me that in Heaven they love to sing along with the children, and the Angels dance!
The old favourite ‘What a Friend We Have in Jesus’ is understandably very meaningful to my little group. I taught them on Forgiveness fairly near the beginning, making sure they had fully forgiven the wrong things being done to them.
My group currently consists of eight children. I don’t ask them personal questions so I’ve no idea where they are living. They asked me how old I am. They seemed surprised. I don’t have any problem getting down to their level… when God calls us to do something for Him, He will always equip us.
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I always ask what the children would like me to pray for with them. They have asked for help in learning Bible verses, and meeting another child to lead to Jesus. One day they said one of them had hurt her foot and could hardly walk. I asked them to lay hands on her poorly foot and pray in tongues and I would be praying in tongues too. To their great joy Jesus healed the foot there and then.
One day as I was asking what I could pray about for them, they asked, “May we pray for you, Auntie Pam?” I felt like crying, bearing in mind what horrific suffering these brave little souls face day after day, after day.
It is a humbling, indescribable privilege to learn from these beautiful little ones.  I had no preparation for this, apart from Mother Clare’s encouragement to “take it as the real deal.”  I did that…  and it was!
Could Jesus be calling you to be an Uncle or an Auntie?
God bless you.
Pam ❤

 

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”

While We Slept..

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You know how it is said He prayed in the night..(as the others slept) He prayed to His Father for hours in the evening?  I was thinking of that ..then this vision went through me as I wanted to console Him or just keep Him loving company from a poor soul He died for:

So here I am from 2017 ( already knowing He would die for us and redeem us…) I see Him in a sort of clearing away from the others following Him – I did not see them asleep.  But there was our Beloved (and this is for all ) kneeling down on the cold ground – I knew somehow it would be colder then, and when I was with Him there praying, very respectfully I walked slowly (on His left side – )  I had on a long sort of white or soft ecru dress to my ankles I would say..younger than I am – my hair was up but I was carrying a white colored blanket for it was cold (I sensed) and I walked over softly while He was praying to His Father.  He did not see me or know I was there (from our time..yeesh)
I was standing (this is all so clear) as I had walked over to Him and was slightly bending down and He turned gently and looked up at me and I said…very softly…I don’t want to disturb You, (as He was in deep prayer) but if you would want me to, would you like me to pray with You?  He looked up at me, and seeing He was feeling the cold too, I put the white blanket over His shoulders and I knelt next to Him – again as I said- on His left.  Then I put the other part of this blanket over my shoulders and we knelt side by side – He put His arm about my waist and I put my right arm about His waist, as the blanket covered us both nicely that way… then we put our free hands together and our fingers entwined..as we just looked at each other with much tenderness… and He put His face next to mine…(so sweet and tender) – and we prayed as that.  Like almost two children praying to our Father.  It was so sweet.  He never said a word and I just assume from this vision we just continued to pray together to the Father, and He would now and then just give me a little kiss on the cheek while we knelt that way( I know for a time.  ) Yet this vision was not long.   I just wanted to be with Him in this clearing to pray with Him and not leave Him alone.  And He was cold.
So that is how this came to me in my spirit.  We are able to in spirit use our imagination to be with Him or anyone, even His Mother Mary or anyone…in their time with Him – He takes it FOR REAL.  Since time is always present to Him.  Lovely!  And for all.
 I pray this encourages others to “visit” Him..esp. in the Garden of Olives where He suffered so much!  It is like when you were with Him in the prison.  This was sort of the same thing, except before His Passion – still teaching and healing I assume, and traveling with His Apostles +
Oh I remember something..how could I forget, dear – there was a prayer I said while kneeling….( one remembers if I visited Him from our time…I could say such a  prayer that would only make sense to Jesus and His Father, so I felt that was unique.)
Knowing while I was by His side like that in this field or clearing, that He was to die for us, and in 2017 I knew this already, my prayer was different perhaps, indeed, but not out of place.  I composed this prayer in my heart while with Him and said the following. Not long, but from my heart.
He just looked tenderly at me while we knelt there and I said to the Father:
Father, I thank You for Your Son Jesus who shed His Blood for us sinners, redeeming us and saving us….I knew it was a prayer He would understand fully…um…”even if it was in the future” and one the Father would accept since I was “visiting” Jesus in this time from “our time”  He sees….all at once +
So this is my account of what transpired, and again, anyone . . . can do this.  This just flowed through me and He was so real and it was so loving being there in “spirit” hoping I was some kind of consolation, even if in a small way.
Shared by Patricia Owens

” I Suffer Too..”

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With the help of Holy Spirit I was able to write this one. Hope it touches everyone hearts who reads it:

My Heart,

I am God, yet I feel the pain;

I hear the cries of many but who hears Mine?

I suffer too I’m not immune;

Knowing the paths of many My heart mourns;

Over and over I try to help but I’m despised;

Who needs God?

Does he even exist?

I don’t give up;

My heart fills with hope looking at another soul

This one surely;

I cry only to be broken again.

-Poem shared by Nara Dominguez in video comments

 

On the Beach with Jesus

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I AM NOT SURE OF TIMING ALWAYS… BUT BETWEEN 2014-16

I love the beach!  Oh dear..poor Jesus… a lot of my imagining is on the beach in a heavenly setting….I tease Him when He sees me there…He will probably run, saying..”No! not the beach again Patricia!  I have had enough..another day..lol lol!” ( No, He won’t…or He will never let me know..He is so sweet and amiable.  Such a kind Gentleman/Spouse of our souls…).
Not sure of the time or years – really does not matter too much I do not think – it is my mind wondering with Him…
I have been told Jesus has a white horse.  And I see us riding quietly on the white sand near the little waves coming on the shore.  His steed is taller than mine..not much..it is white also.  We both have on white garments.  I see Him a lot in such – brown hair and beard and oh- so lovely eyes..but not too clearly if that makes sense.  It is His Presence..that matters most..not the color of hair or garments.  It is His smile and He is happy to be with us all… for sure.
I do not see a saddle or even reigns – like we don’t need them.  I used to ride when young and my mother with her English influence growing up….(lol) was a fine English Saddle horse woman with the white gloves.  …So I have always had a love of riding..it was just so natural to me.  My favorite horses are Palominos..the champaign color mostly..they are so beautiful, but when on the beach I am riding next to Jesus, as I said, on a  smaller horse, but of the same exact breed as His – that I know.  I even  had the feeling the mare I was on was from the same line of His.
And that is really what I imagine..all in color..a calm ocean with little waves and we are riding..I can see us smiling and talking some but not sure what exactly we are saying, just so much at ease, like this is so natural to be with Him and I feel He is this way with all. Indeed.
Another time again we are on the horses together, but this time there are little ponies and lovely children from the ages of 2-5 riding on them..maybe 3-4 of them..like Shetland ponies or miniature horses? Just adorable…and all the children ..some girls and some boys, are dressed up some on these lovely ponies/little horses and following Jesus and me and we are laughing all the time having this nice ride on
the beach.
Another time Jesus and I are on the beach minus the horses – lol –
and the children are with us…some are even older now but not much.
And Jesus and I make a bridge with our hands..there is nice music playing and they are going under our arms and go around us..everyone is so happy –  there are a few songs I love and I have them for when we are on the beach – and sometimes He and I are dancing like almost that Harvest dance that is done at weddings.  Again in white on white sands – and others join in I think and it is so lovely.  But poor Jesus…on the beach…AGAIN!  ha ha.  so I tease Him.
  I lived on Long Island NY for about 34 years – and loved Jones Beach..my aunt used to say…we had sea water for blood! ha ha…so much we were there or Tobay Beach-Lovely.  So those are some of the “things” I have felt with this imagination thingy… and this is for all.  He gave us that gift..so let us use it to bring Him company and consolations.
There are more, but another time.  Some real visions of being with Him, not so much imagination.  And they are similar to ones I have read from others having Near Death Experiences.  Very similar..
… Patricia ( Pat )

In a Cold Dark Cell

Jesus- King in Exile

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 This morning, around 5:30 while still    half asleep, but awake enough to still hear my kitty , Bonnie, crying downstairs (she does that a lot in the early mornings because she hates being the only one awake in the house…lol)        Well when she meowed, I faintly heard her and the first thing that came to mind was how she sounded like a little boy all alone in a prison cell – cold, alone and weeping.

THEN,  I began thinking of Jesus all alone in His holding cell prison cell they pushed Him in after His arrest to await His mock trial some hours later.     I realized our Lord , as the Son of Man, truly did feel alone, abandoned, hurt, afflicted..   and He felt vulnerable like  a young boy shoved in a stone cell — separated from all who loved Him and exposed to those who hated Him.. many who were infested…

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Travailing In Prayer With Jesus

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Unbelievable. ….

When you mentioned something about many being in travailing prayer I was reminded of something my daughter shared with me today. She is 9 years old and frequently worships God alone in her room during “quiet time” when I put my younger sons for a nap. Today during her time of worship, she said she saw Jesus and he was on the floor crying and sobbing and it hurt her to see it. she said she also began to cry and got on her knees to comfort the Lord. She then said she saw the World and was made to understand that something going on in the world is very bad and making Jesus cry. She said she tried singing him songs to make Him feel better but nothing seemed to cheer Him up. it was all she could do to just cry with him on the floor.

She said she could the pain in his chest as if it were her own. When she told me this a couple hours after her experience, she said her chest still hurt. Very powerful. Thank you sister Clare

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Our Lord’s Grief

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JESUS IS BROKENHEARTED AND WORN OUT IN GRIEF:

Last night I came into prayer rather heavy hearted over the tragedy in Orlando and just the state of the world in general. Sometimes I don’t get to give all of myself to Him in prayer as consistently as I might like (I have 3 kids and my youngest is 8 mos and starting to crawl) but I try to maintain a constant dialouge with Jesus throughout the day and make it a habit to at least try and worship once a day. Usually I come into worship feeling down and expecting not to feel Him for not being consistent, but everytime I can feel and sense His presence immediately and begin to cry because of His faithfulness and mercy…

Well, I went into worship shortly after prayer last night feeling very heavy and I couldn’t feel or sense the Lord at all. He just was not responding to me which was very unusal. I became very discouraged by this, thinking, “Maybe I did something wrong?” Nevertheless I continued in worship… About 20 mins in I began to finally feel the Lord. He was completely devestated, worn out, and dispirited. Just torn apart inside and riddled with grief. Then I saw Him. he was laying on my lap and could barely move. It almost seemed like he was dieing from the inside. I was moved with compassion for the Lord and began rubbing his hair and trying to comfort him but he was just weighted down by sadness and grief that nothing I did seemed to help at all. I began to hold his face in my hands and tell him that he was holy and we loved Him. His eyes were closed and he seemed just sick with grief. It was really heartbreaking… I wanted to stay longer in worship but my baby woke up at this point so I needed to tend to him. I wish I could’ve done something more to help him feel better but it didn’t seem like anything could console him.  Even what I’ve written does not justice in describing the amount of grief and sadness I saw in Him. Family, the Lord needs us in this hour. He needs us to stay awake with him and watch with him. he needs our comfort and our worship… We couldn’t begin to imagine the brokenness He feels over what must happen in the world shortly… 😥

Oh gosh, our Jesus… Please Lord, let us comfort you. Create in us a desire stronger than anything we’ve ever known, to serve you. Give us a burden for this nation and the lost. Oh Jesus, how can we bring joy to your heart in this dark hour. show us Lord. We love you, Jesus. We love you so very very much. 😥

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“Tell Me How To Reach Them”

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“….I was cleaning up after dinner and He said  “Timothy…they arent ready are they?…I said “no, Father, they have no clue but they didnt come to hell to get saved and ignore you.”    He said “Tell me how to reach them…if I whisper they call me the devil and shoo me away.”  (i have tears typing this…why would God ask a broken hearted boy in a man’s body how to get His Children to notice Him and talk to Him?)   I think i said “use every sense:…smell,  hear,  maybe an aberition.  He said “hmmmm”.

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