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On a Mountaintop

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Jesus- King in Exile

4d77d2d75c054e517789b251f7f25923After He had sent the crowds away, He went up on the mountain by Himself to pray; and when it was evening, He was there alone.  (Matthew 14:23)

Jesus, our Lord and King in exile would often go to a mountaintop or high place to pray to the Father after a long day of ministering to the people,  or even in the early hours of the morning before others were awake.

It was on a mountaintop where Jesus gave us the Beatitudes,   the higher messages of the Kingdom, to those who were willing  to walk up the hillside with Him after a long day with the multitudes  below.   (Isaiah 52:7  How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of Him Who brings good tidings, who publishes peace, Who brings good tidings of good , Who publishes Salvation.”)

I can visualize Jesus climbing down from a hillside after an early morning praying with…

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Jesus’s Last Moments of Offering Himself

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A PRAYER COMPOSED IN REMEMBRANCE OF THE FATHER’S BEAUTEOUS SON JESUS CHRIST ON HIS LAST MOMENTS IN OFFERING HIS LIFE FOR US ON THE CROSS +

I am sure I am not alone in thinking of the very last moments Our Savior endured on His Cross of Redemption for us – This is what went through me this morning – His last Heart Beat – His last Breath – His cry to the Father on feeling abandoned – His last Tear – The realization in such pain of separation that this was the last time in being alive on earth, He would gaze on His mother Mary, and Mary Madeline, and John the Beloved Disciple, the one who reclined on His Heart at the Last Supper hearing those loving Heartbeats of His Savior and dearest Friend, His very God!

And all the ones who love and believe Him, especially His Apostles.

 + And of course all His other faithful Apostles and friends present at that moment,seeing His last agonies on this Cross to save mankind. Can one imagine what went through the Heart of the Savior?  In these moments?  And how He knew the terrible anguish and grief of all the ones seeing these last moments of His Life on earth…and how they would all be in such sorrow (!) having Him no longer with them? Still…in that Believing in faith, what He said to them…the Three Days.  I will Arise!

Who could measure this sorrow from Jesus, knowing this sorrow of separation, (and in such agony) and the ones who loved Him with all their lives, ..all their hearts and love? To see the Christ, The Father’s only Son suffering so, and now in a few moments, giving up the Ghost as is said.  The pain of this separation, so final to them – and all He suffered in this, yet they trusting with all they have, that He will arise on the Third Day.
So here is a prayer composed to offer to the Eternal Father – and again offer this for whatever intention/s you have my dears.  As I said, I offer it for conversions of the most  harden sinners, that they will accept the pursuing of Jesus Christ to win them in the grace He gives, to let them know they CAN be forgiven.  To not despair in their sins – to turn to the Merciful Savior – that He awaits them with open arms if they want to be forgiven – no one is exempt from this Mercy!  No one. No one.
A PRAYER OFFERED TO THE ETERNAL LOVING FATHER IN HONOR OF THE MERITS OF HIS SON’S LAST MOMENTS AND THOUGHTS ON EARTH +
Eternal Loving Father, Your Son Jesus Christ suffered terrible agonies on His Cross of Redemption for us + I now offer to You Father, the last moments of His suffering before He left this earth to go Home and be with You + Final thoughts, final merits, final agonies of the price He paid for us to go Home to You – A price He did not owe and one we could not pay +
Father Dearest I offer You Your Sons final Last Words, especially His cry of feeling abandoned and forsaken, this very special suffering of His Soul – His last Heart Beat and Breath that separated Him from Heaven and earth…His last ounce of Blood shed for us, His last twinge of horrible pain suffered as well. His thirst, His fatigue, His last sigh – His last tear drop … and also Father, His last loving, merciful gaze on the ones who loved Him so much in this life, His life on earth for 33 years – His mother Mary, His Beloved Disciple John, Mary Magdeline – all the ones there, who were sorrowing in His departure from this life – His Apostles, and all the other faithful ones/friends He had made during those years, He lived among them, imparting spiritual life to their souls and hearts.  And now going through the last pangs of offering to You, for the salvation of their souls and the souls of all mankind.
And not just their agonizing sorrow Loving Father, at seeing Him take His last breath, knowing He was leaving them… but for a Glorious Cause, their Salvation….but also the indescribable sorrow the God Man has now piercing His own Soul and Heart as the reality of the distress of Him leaving them!  He knew all they felt at His departing + descended upon Him in such bitter sweetness of parting + Yet in His Heart, the overwhelming Cause of Why – He had done this, pierces His Soul and Heart – knowing that in three days, all will be Accomplished of What He came to Do!
All His life He only wanted to do Your Will, Eternal Father.  Your Will.
So I offer all these merits to You of Your Son’s suffering on His Cross to save us, Loving Father – You know the intentions of my heart, of the ones I am concerned for – and pray Your Grace over them for whatever it is they need, in healing of body and mind or for a loved one suffering….conversions, pure contrition and sorrow for their sins, and not let their sinfulness keep them from the loving arms stretched out to them in bottomless mercy….that they realize Jesus wants to forgive them and have no fear to throw themselves into those arms of mercy… But especially to love You, with all their hearts and souls – indeed the whole Trinity with all that is in them, made in Your Likeness and Image +
Thank You Father for listening to my prayer and most of all for Your Beloved Son Jesus Christ’s unfathomable sufferings who died for my sins and soul, forgiving me and opening the doors of Heaven, so I may come home to You. My Father also.  Amen and amen –
Meditation and prayer shared by Patricia Owens..  given to her by the Holy Spirit.

Patricia’s note:   I was up at about 5 and He asked me if I would do this…. I said yes, but was wondering in my littleness and simplicity  if I could remember all He was sharing with me… I knew the dear Holy Spirit would help me remember..and I just got up, not even coffee..He said to get some, but I wanted to just get to this, so I did..It took me sometime to compose this, but it was done…even when I read it back a little bit later again…I did not remember all the words typed!  So it is the Holy Spirit of course..I am only a very insignificant instrument …”
 


Editor’s note:   Patricia had emailed me this prayer really early this morning and I read some of it but had to get ready for church and told her I would read it more carefully later., and that what I had read was definitely inspired by the Holy Spirit.    At church, unknown to my pastor,  He outright asked the congregation the following (super confirmation!)  “Have you ever meditated on the last sufferings Jesus endured for us all?  How he was so exhausted from blood loss carrying the cross that He fell and needed help carrying it, but still He got back up and endured climbing Golgotha so that He could give Himself on the cross“.  

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 )

Jesus-the Poorest Of the Poor

Jesus- King in Exile

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This past week was my turn to houseclean our church ..After working overtime from my job, I drove into our church’s parking lot to unlock the doors and begin vaccuming the floors.   Our church puts out an antique manger scene near the side entrance.  The figures of Mary, Joseph , Baby Jesus and one little lamb are almost life size and illuminated from within by light bulbs..  The manger is a wooden crèche covering the figures with strewn hay placed under the figure of baby Jesus .     A life size figure of Jesus as an adult is also placed on the side..    The entire display is so simple and humble..   and it reminds me of just how simple and humble our Lord’s earthly parents truly were..and how simple and pure He is Whom has emptied Himself and made Himself of no reputation..    and the poverty in which He had been born into.

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The Mind of Christ

Jesus- King in Exile

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From that time on Jesus began to show His disciples that He must go to Jerusalem and suffer many things at the hands of the elders, chief priests, and scribes, and that He must be killed and on the third day be raised to life.   Peter took Him aside and began to rebuke Him, “Far be it from You , Lord! he said.   “This shall never happen to You!”  But Jesus turned and said to Peter, “Get behind Me, Satan! You are a stumbling block to Me. For you do not have in mind the things of God, but the things of men.”…

When we read this incident recorded in the gospels, we may be inclined to assume Jesus was calling Peter , “satan”,  when what actually occurred was that Jesus first rebuked Satan, who was the invisible instigator of Peter’s suggestions to Jesus.   THEN He…

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The Wounds In His Hands, Feet and Heart

Jesus- King in Exile

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Throughout History there has never been someone , as Jesus, who was so unjustly persecuted and eventually cruelly executed Who had no guile or iniquity within Him..    His genuine compassion and great heart was evident to all who saw Him..   especially His gentleness and compassion towards the unloveable.. the leper.     Of all mankind, Jesus alone expressed only the Father’s pure love with His hands.,  With those precious feet, He walked wherever the Father led Him.. including up the stony hill of Golgatha carrying His cross.     with His heart, He loved the most unloveable person and on the cross, interceded for those who spat in His face.  Throughout His ministry, Jesus experienced fatigue, tired feet and joints, and exposure to the elements on the open roads yet He never complained.. He offered up all to the Father as a prayer for others.    Later thick iron nails would be hammered into those tired feet , and hands…

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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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