1997.01.07 - The Word of God at the Feast of the Nativity (the Lord’s Birth), Lord Jesus [best android ereader txt] 📗

            The Word of God[1] at the Feast of the Nativity[2] (the Lord’s Birth)

Oh, Jerusalem, loved child, people of the heaven on the earth! Son, your song is heard into heaven, your carol singing for Me and for you; and the song of the little angels is also heard, son. The little angels sing groups-groups above the manger, which My word is being born into. You celebrate the day of My birth, oh, little garden of the birth of My word, but every day My birth and your birth are being celebrated in you, sweet little garden.

Oh, little children, anointed and sweet, who day by day have been celebrating My birth and My life, the one from My birth to My ascension to My Father and until today, well children anointed to be a celebration before Me! Oh, My little children, My anointed ones, I bless you with a spirit of heavenly knowledge; I fill you with wisdom from Me to give wisdom to My people, so that it may know what remembering Me means, My every day remembrance with those that are Mine, from My birth of the Virgin, and from long ago, until My ascension to My Father, and until today, and from everlasting to everlasting with you, sons of My eternity in you and with you, and yours in Me and with Me.

Oh, My little children, oh, My comfort, oh, My warm manger! I am the One Who was born in the flesh of the Virgin, and as word from Virginia[3], My daughter from the end of My mystery on the earth, a hidden mystery in ages, which not even the angels had known about, and which if someone hears about, he can hardly believe and understand it. With how much mystery I and My Father worked when I was born in the flesh of the Virgin! With how much mystery, until the mystery was heard of all the earth! Oh, with how much mystery I have also worked today, as it was written on My second coming, when I was born as word from Virginia! Oh, with how much mystery I have worked until this mystery was heard of by the whole earth, little children of My today’s mystery on the earth! Oh, My people of today, which I hid Myself in, so that I may come into its midst and to become word; it is a mystery, My people of today, as I was and I am a mystery into its midst. Oh, no one on the earth can have your brightness, My little child people, as you are a great mystery, and I am being born in you as the word in the end, as it is written to be in the end.

I am with the day of birth; I come with the feast of birth into your book, Verginica, virgin daughter, in which My word was born in the end time of My mystery among the people. I was born in the flesh of My mother Virgin, and as word of you, and I remained as work in the midst of your people which you gave birth of My word in you; for if I was born as word, behold, the One, Who is being born, is, and the One Who gives birth is being born; He is being born and gives birth; He is being born, so that He Word may give birth to sons, and My tribe will be like the stars forever, Verginica, daughter who gives birth to sons.

− Oh, You Who were born of the Virgin in a body of a child and of me, spirit of word, You are the seed, Lord, You are the seed of the body and of Your word, for You have sown Yourself, so that You may be born in the flesh and so that You may be born as word, and so that You may be the Son of Man, flesh and word, the Son of the Father and of the mother Virgin and mine, Oh, my Lord, Who was born word of me; You Who sown Yourself in my bosom as spirit and word, Son of man! Oh, who among the people would have been able to humble as You did? Oh, You humbled so much, that You came from heaven and entered my bosom and my mouth was giving birth to You as word, as You were the One Who was being born, the One Who was becoming word before Your people, oh, mysterious God, mysterious Shepherd! The days of Your birth are with You as word into the midst of Israel of today, born of You, mysterious Shepherd. Oh, who else can take the life of this little child, Who is being born as word into His manger, into the people born of His word in me? Oh, how mysterious You are, Who are always being born! Your mystery is mysterious, Lord Word. Like the lightning, which comes from the East and appears in the west, is Your mystery, and no one can crush it, as this is Your coming, and who can prevail against Your coming, Lord Word, Who comes like the lightning? The lightning appears and hides, and its rumble comes after it and it is heard, but the lightning, which gives birth to its rumble, is not seen anymore; it hides and its voice remains and is heard. The lightning and its voice. The Lord and His word. The light and its whisper and then its voice, as the Lord is the light which appears for a little while and His voice is being born of it, its voice, for the Lord is the light which is seen and which is not seen. (See the selection topic: „As lightning that comes from the east, so is the coming of the Lord”, r.n.)

The Light is the light before the light, the light from the time of the light and the light after the light, the Lord, the Father’s mystery on the earth. And when the fullness of the time came, the Father God sent His Son, born of the woman, born under the law, to redeem those under the law and to achieve the adoption, and to those who become sons, God sends them the Spirit of His Son into their hearts, Who cries: «Father!». He cries out the Father; the Son cries out from the sons, the Spirit of the Son of God cries out of the sons: «Father!».

Oh, Your mystery is great, mysterious God! Give wisdom to the people, good Lord, for if You become wisdom in Israel, the people come and receive, for the sons of the little garden of Your word became sharers of Your kingdom over the people, Lord. (See the selection topic: „About the kingdom of God[4]”, r.n.)

Oh, anointed sons, behold who is your life! Receive and give life to the people. Breathe life on the people, sons, so that the people may rise, as the people’s resurrection is the Lord Who is born into the people.

It is a celebration of the birth at the manger of the word. The little angels of the heaven sing glory to the One born two thousand years ago among the people, and the little angels sing a new carol of the new birth, for they see that the days of the new birth of the world have come, a birth from the Word, as the Lord, the Child born two thousand years ago among the people is being born again today in your manger, so that He may give Himself over to the people, a mysterious Shepherd and to shepherd the nations of the earth with an iron staff, with a mysterious word, which is not seen, but the voice of the word is heard the same as the voice of the lightning is heard after its light. Amen.

− Oh, loved daughter, My Verginica, what a mystery is the mystery of your word taken out of Me! How beautiful you share Me; how complete you show Me, what a mysterious birth you give to Me when you make Me word in My inner being! For you are in Me, your new Jerusalem, and you are being born as word of Me, and I am your word. I am being born in you, and I am the fruit. I am the One Who is being born and the One Who gives birth, as it is written: «The two will be one flesh», the One Who gives birth and the One Who is being born. Amen.

Israel, I come down to you, and I come down into My book. I pass from book to book, so that I may be with you in a voice of a birth celebration. Amen.

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It is My birth on the earth, Romania, and My birth is in you. I am being born as word in you, so that I may be with the people and to dwell among the people as a birth word of the man from God. I was born a child in Bethlehem to dwell among the people coming down from heaven, and in you, Romania, I am being born as word, and I dwell again among the people to give birth to the people from Me, from the word, as I was born of the word of the Father, to be the Word of the Father, and the Father to make everything through Me, as He has already done so.

Romania, you sing My birth, and the heaven sings your birth. We are being born to each other, My love; I for you and you for Me, and we both will be one body. I do not speak only to My people. I speak with you, Romania country, for I have announced that countless multitudes will come and drink of the spring of My word, and My well runs over and becomes a river, (See the selection topic: „This word is the river of life”, r.n.) and the river grows high and becomes an ocean and it comprises the whole earth, so that I can make it earth again, coming out of the water of My word and born of the heaven, for he, who is not born from above, does not become My kingdom. The little angels of My birth sing to Me My birth above you, for it is a feast of My birth. The angels sing; they sing to the One, Who was born two thousand years ago. The little angels sing a new carol of the new age, for they see that the days of the new birth of the world have come, and the world is being renewed with My word, which gives birth to a new man. I, the One born of the Virgin two thousand years ago among the people, am being born today in the manger of My word into your midst, country Romania. I am being born as word, as a mysterious Shepherd, Who shepherds the nations of the earth with an iron staff, with a mysterious word, which is not seen, but its voice is heard, as the lightning is heard after its light.

Oh, how mysterious is the mystery of My word, which today is being born in you, Romania country! Like the lighting, which comes from the East and appears in the West, (Published also on the Internet, r.n.) is My mystery, and no one can crush it, as this is My coming, and who can prevail against My coming? I am being born and come like the lightning. The lightning