“Tell Me How To Reach Them”


“….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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A Portion of His Cup with Him



I had a vision of drinking from that cup of the deep things of God. I remember being totally bloody and mangled with Jesus I had a vision where we both being crucified and tortured but we both smiled at each other with a deep love I never experienced before. I understood then that his suffering shows both his love for the world and his pain for those that don’t choose him on a daily basis. Thank you Lord for that vision.

Vision shared by Jacob J in video comments

The Stations of the Cross Prayer



Station 1:  SO MANGLED, VICTIM OF MY SINS! O suffering Jesus! I have deserved those bloody scourges, that cruel sentence of death; and yet Thou didst die for me, that I should live for Thee. I am convinced that if I desire to please men, I cannot by Thy servant. Let me then displease the world and its vain admirers. I resign myself into Thy hands. Let love take possession of my heart; let my eyes behold with contempt everything that can alienate my affections from Thee; let my ears be ever attentive to Thy word; let me through this painful journey accompany Thee, sighing and demanding mercy. Mercy! Jesus! Amen.

Station 2.   Meek and humble Jesus! my iniquity and perverseness loaded Thy shoulders with the heavy burden of the Cross. Yet I, a vile worm of the earth, O shameful ingratitude! fly even the appearance of mortification, and everything which would check the violence of my passions; and if I suffered, it was with a murmuring reluctance. I now, O Savior of the world! detest my past life, and by Thy grace am determined no more to offend Thee mortally. Let me only glory in the Cross of my Lord, by whom the world is crucified to me, and I to the world. Lay then on my stubborn neck the cross of true penance; let me, for the love of Thee, bear the adversities of this life, and cleave inseparably to Thee in the bonds of perpetual charity. Amen, Jesus.

Station 3.   Alas, my Jesus! the merciless violence of Thy inhuman executioners, the excessive weight of the Cross, or rather the more oppressive load of my sins, crush Thee to the earth. Panting for breath, exhausted as Thou art, Thou dost not refuse new tortures for me. Will I then refuse the light burden of Thy commandments; will I refuse to do violence to my perverse passions and sinful attachments; will I relapse into those very crimes for which I have shed false and delusive tears! O Jesus! stretch Thy holy hand to my assistance, that I may never more fall into mortal sin; that I may at the hour of my death secure the important affair of my salvation. Amen, Jesus.

Station 4.   Oh, Mary! I am the cause of thy sufferings. O refuge of sinners! let me participate in these heart-felt pangs, which rent thy tender soul, when thou didst behold thy Son trembling with cold, covered with wounds, fainting under the Cross, more dead than alive! Mournful Mother! fountain of love! let me feel the force of thy grief that I may weep with thee, and mingle my tears with thine, and thy Son’s blood. O suffering Jesus! by Thy bitter passion, and the heart-breaking compassion of Thy afflicted Mother, grant me the efficacious grace of perseverance! Mother of Jesus, intercede for me! Jesus, behold me with an eye of pity, and in the hour of my death receive me to the arms of Thy mercy! Amen, Jesus

Station 5.   O suffering Jesus! to what excess did Thy impious executioners’ cruelty proceed! Beholding Thee faint under the Cross that Thou mightiest expire on it in the most exquisite torture. But why should I complain of the cruelty of the Jews or the repugnance of Simon? Have I not again crucified Thee by my crimes? Have I not suffered with fretful impatience the light afflictions with which Thy mercy visited me? Inspire me not, my Jesus, to detest and deplore my sinful impatience, my ungrateful murmurs, and let me with all my heart cheerfully accompany Thee to Mount Calvary; let me live in Thee, and die in Thee. Amen, Jesus.

Station 6.   O Jesus, grant me tears to weep my ingratitude. How often have I, infatuated wretch, turned my eyes from Thee and Thy sufferings, to fix them on the world and its vanities! Let me henceforth be Thine without division. Stamp Thy image on my soul, that it may never admit another love. Take possession of my heart on earth, that my soul may take eternal possession of thee in glory. Amen, Jesus.

Station 7.   O Most Holy Redeemer! treated with the utmost contempt, deprived of fame and honor – led out to punishment – through excess of torments, and the weakness of Thy delicate and mangled body, Thou didst fall a second time to the earth. What impious hand has prostrated Thee? Alas, my Jesus! I am that impious, that sacrilegious offender: my ambitious pride, my haughty indignation, my contempt of others humbled by Thee to the earth. Banish forever from my mind the unhappy spirit of pride. Teach my heart the doctrine of humility, so that detesting pride, vain glory and human respect, I may forever be united with Thee, my meek and humble Jesus. Amen.

Station 8.   O Jesus, only begotten Son of the Father! who will give water to my head, and a fountain of tears to my eyes, that I may day and night weep and lament my sins? I humbly beseech Thee by these tears of blood Thou didst shed for me, to soften my flinty bosom, that tears may plentifully flow from my eyes, and contrition rend my heart, this hardened heart, to cancel my crimes and render me secure in the day of wrath and examination, when Thou wilt come to judge the living and the dead, and demand a rigorous account of Thy blood. Amen, Jesus.

Station 9.   Oh, *clement Jesus! I return Thee infinite thanks for not permitting me, ungrateful sinner, as Thou has permitted thousands less criminal, to die in their sins. I, who have added torments to Thy torments, by heaping sin on sin, kindle in my soul the fire of charity, fan it with Thy continual grace into perseverance, until, delivered from the body of this death, I can enjoy the liberty of the children of God and Thy co-heirs. Amen, Jesus!

Station 10.   Suffering Jesus! I behold Thee stripped of Thy garments, Thy old wounds renewed, and new ones added to the old. I behold Thee baked in the presence of thousands, exposed to the inclemency of the weather; cold, trembling from head to foot, insulted by the blasphemous derisions of the spectators. Strip, O mangled Lamb of God! my heart of the world and its deceitful affections. Divest my soul of its habits of sensual indulgence. Embitter the poisoned cup of pleasure, that I may dash it with contempt from my lips, and through Christian mortification arrive at Thy never fading glory. Amen, Jesus!

Station 11.   O patient Jesus! meek Lamb of God! who promised, “When I shall be exalted from earth I will draw all things to myself,” attract my heart to Thee, and nail it the  Cross. I now renounce and detest my past impatience. Let me crucify my flesh with its concupiscence and vices. Here burn, here cut, but spare me for eternity. I throw myself into the arms of Thy mercy. Thy will be done in all things. Grant me resignation, grant me Thy love, I desire no more. Amen, Jesus!

Station 12.   O suffering Son of God! I now behold Thee in last convulsive pangs of death – Thy veins opened, Thy sinews torn, Thy hands and feet, O Fountain of Paradise! distilling blood. I acknowledge, charitable Jesus, that my reiterated offences have been Thy merciless executioners, the cause of Thy bitter sufferings and death. Yet, God of mercy, look on my sinful soul, bathe it in Thy precious blood! Let me die to vanity of the world, and renounce its false pleasures. Thou didst pray, my Jesus, for Thy enemies. I forgive mine. I embrace then in the bowels of Thy charity. I bury my resentment in Thy wounds. Shelter me in the day of wrath in the sanctuary of Thy side. Let me live, let me die, in my crucified Jesus. Amen.

Station 13.   At length, O Blessed Virgin! Mother of sorrow! thou art permitted to embrace thy beloved Son. But alas! the fruit of thy immaculate womb is all over mangled, in one continued wound. Yes, O Lord! the infernal fury of the Jews has at length triumphed; yet we renew their barbarity, crucifying Thee by our sins, inflicting new wounds. Most afflicted mother of my Redeemer, I conjure thee by the pains and torments thou suffered in the common cause of Salvation, to obtain for me, by thy powerful intercession, pardon of my sins, and grace to weep with a sympathizing feeling, thine and thy Son’s afflictions. As often as I appear at the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, let me embrace Thee, my Jesus, in the bosom of my heart. May I worthily receive Thee as the sacred pledge of my salvation. Amen, Jesus.

Station 14.   Charitable Jesus, for my salvation Thou performed the painful journey of the Cross. Let me press the footsteps marked by Thee, gracious Redeemer – the paths which, through the thorns of life, conduct to the heavenly Jerusalem. Would that Thou wert entombed in my heart, that being united to Thee, I might rise to a new life of grace, and persevere to the end. Grant me, in my last moments, to receive Thy precious Body, as the pledge of immortal life. Let my last words be Jesus and Mary, my least breath be united to Thy last breath on the Cross; that with a lively faith, a firm hope and ardent love, I may die with Thee and for Thee; that I may reign with Thee for ever and ever.

Amen, Jesus

clement– means “mild” or “gentle”

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“And A Sword Pierced Mary’s Heart Also….”

Jesus- King in Exile

Below is an excerpt from a message Jesus gave a nun named, Sister Josefa Mendez in the last century..    a friend of mine sent me an excerpt she copied where Jesus shared with Sr. Josefa how His mother was with Jesus even in spirit , when He suffered such hate upon His scourging and execution..   To visualize this is very hard.. you just want to comfort our Lord for this memory He still has of what happened..  and how hard it was to see His mother suffer ..  ♥
JESUS:  “Angels of Heaven!  look on the God before whom you are ever prostrate in adoration . . . See the Creator of all the world’s wonders going to Calvary carrying that holy and blessed Cross on which He is to die.
Oh souls who desire to imitate Me faithfully, gaze on Me likewise:  wearily I dragged Myself forward, for My body…

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Consoling our Lord: A Vision from Him

We spent some very romantic time with the Lord today. I came into prayer just to be with Him and love Him and really wanted to distract Him away from the sorrows and offered Him to run away somewhere with me escaping from the reality of the world together. And in that very instance I started seeing a vision of us sailing in a boat down a river with water lilies all over the water, Jesus was paddling towards the shore, smiling at me. We were both dressed in the 19th century style clothes, I also had a light white umbrella in my hand (the one they used from the sun). I touched the water. It felt so nice. When He stepped out on the shore, He took my hand gently and helped me to get out of the boat and picked me up in His hands and started carrying towards the wood where there had already been prepared everything for a picnick. As we sat down I saw squirrels running down to me one by one, I was so cought up and amazed as I always wanted to feed them on the earth but they would never come close enought… and here they came right into my hands without a hint of a fear of man and I began crying from happiness, because everything what was happening felt to be real indeed and the feelings I had were very very real! Jesus was sitting beside me watching my joy from feeding the squirrels))) I was like a little child))) When I finished, I saw a delicious looking cream cake but all I could really think about was Jesus and the only desire I had was to cuddle into His arms and to gently love Him with all of my heart, soul, mind and strenght. He hugged me and helped me with the cake from His hand and then I took another piece and helped Him too. I forgot myself in that moment. It was Heavenly…
God bless,
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How Jesus Died for Us

Jesus- King in Exile

Below is a very stirring article I copied from the blog, “Life in the Fast  Lane” of the physical details our Lord suffered in His body, to save us all for the Father.   These are not my words, but copied from Mr. and Mrs. Bushmiller’s blog post:

I wanted to add them here to remind us all of our Jesus, Who is not only the Son of God, but also the Son of Man.   His suffering went beyond the physical descriptions here as He suffered in His soul and spirit as well.   He still suffers in these ways and will continue to drink that Cup of suffering for the Father up to the Kingdom Age.:

“Below are facts on How Jesus Died For You. I do not think that we really understand how much Jesus did for us. Please share this post to spread the Good News of Jesus:

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No one Like Him♥


Not sure just how this conversation came about yesterday, but I started to think…what it is most about Jesus I love and trust most in our loving relationship?

And I started to say the following to Him +
Jesus I think it is Your absolute Purity….You…are so trustworthy!  And I feel so safe and truly loved for myself no matter how miserable and unworthy and faulty I am…. Your glance is so loving … there is not a breath, a hair out out of place, a word, a look or motion that is not total purity and consideration for my feelings of needing to trust You.
I have such a trust being with You, Your embrace, all You say..You are such a gentleman!  And that is such joy to me for now..and forever.   I can trust being with You no matter what!  You can not know how much that means to me with all I have been “through” over the years +
My note here….in the past I have to tell you…I have always been uncomfortable around men….I never had a brother or after 10, a father image.  And the ones in my life that were there, boyfriends, uncles, cousins and ‘others’….I did not have good experiences with!  And I will spare the details….Dear God have mercy….To this day, I am of a very cautious nature with men..any man.  Except Oliver who for many years is like another Jesus..and that is only why I am comfortable about him since he portrays the gentleness of the God-Man.  My marriage was wanting….toooo long to get into, but a lot of terrible dysfunction.  I know Jesus was always with me and knew …..what all I suffered much in these relationships all my life.  Abuse problems too, so that is why I am so skittish around men.  Terrible moments.  And I felt defenseless as well at times…. they could be so horrible to me. And my poor sister also… but I am not going into it, of course.
But Jesus, is so trustworthy!  And that is a delight to me. He is the most pure of all beings.  And that means more than one can say.  Amen to that.  Just wanted to share.  I knowwww I am not alone in all many women have suffered at the intentions of men who are not measured up to the kind of pure man Jesus is.  So that is why I can love to be His bride, faulty as I am. He is so understanding – and there is healing in His tender pure concern for us.  I love talking to Him and whatever He wants in our relationship I relish and trust because of His divine purity.  How I can trust Him..only Him!  Amen again…love you all!
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