2005.06.26 - The Word of God on the Sunday of all saints, Lord Jesus [best value ebook reader TXT] 📗

from his dust, and the saints also cry together with Me; the saints without a house cry and they do not have any house where to cry, and their feast is like Mine, much tear, pain and sighing, longing and mourning, and all these are comprised within the love from above, the love of the saints.

 

I get ready for Verginica’s tear, because she is among the saints of the heaven, and the entire heaven cries in this time of hardship of God on earth, a trial such as never was and never will be, and the man does not know the time of the Lord, because the man knows only his time, and it is for it that he lives his life.

 

Oh, Verginica, your tear becomes your feast among the saints who are celebrated in the synod by Me and by My people on earth. Oh, God’s trumpet, your sighing on earth was painful! (See The Life of Saint Virginia, r.n.) You had always cried after My life in the Christian. You had always sighed for My longing and for My sighing from man, because the man does not give Me anything, because he does not want to find the mystery of the heavenly love to rejoice over it, both he and I in him. Oh, trumpet full of My mourning, all the saints comfort you as they comforted you when you came into the world as a baby, crowning among the heavenly ones the feast of the Sunday of all saints, when I told them that you will be My trumpet and theirs before My coming, and when I told them that you would be My coming, the stairway of My coming among the people to harvest a people of disciples. However, what a great pain I had been carrying during of all this time of fifty years of My coming down! Because the one who heard Me through the voice of the trumpet did not want to become a disciple of My coming, of the great annunciation of now, at the end of the time, and the time lost by the man cries, and the man who is lost in time cries too, and he does not know why he cries; he does not know, because the man does not know himself, because he does not know where his life is from and where his life cries waiting for him.

 

Oh, what a sweet feast! Oh, the sufferance is sweet, Verginica, and the man flees from this sweetness and eats only bitterness, for the man who seeks only joys cannot love God, the One suffering in heaven and on earth and in man. The one who cries after joys, that one does not know God and cannot comfort Him. But the saints of the Most High know the mystery of the heavenly love and its spring, because it is the spring of the saints in heaven and on earth, and it is a great thing for the man to know the mystery of the holy one, the mystery of the one who loves God among those who are on earth. Amen, amen, amen.

 

– Oh, how much tear, Lord, how much tear! The love becomes tearing and only the saints love this mystery, which cannot dwell with the man full of love for himself and from whom You sigh so painfully, and You sigh in the saints, Lord. Oh, how could I be otherwise on earth and in heaven than Your sigh, if I was Your disciple on earth, Your trumpet, having the greatest of all gifts, the gift of Your word? I had carried You as word on earth and it has remained over those who love this gift, and You are eternal through it over those who are born for You and not for them on earth. I want to come with much word for my feast among saints, and I will strengthen those in the gates, in order that I may come down over Your people and mine with the gifts from above for the wisdom of the love from above upon it.

 

And as for you, gates of the Lord, I embrace you within heavenly powers; I embrace you within the love from above, to be able to stay for the passing of the saints to the Lord’s people, in order that I may teach it, on this feast, God’s mystery with the man, the mystery of salvation, the mystery of the life, which does not perish, sons who announce God. Oh, how much I would like that the people may understand the Lord’s love in you! Oh, how much I would like the people to know you from near the Lord and not from near it! Your love for the chosen people is great and is from heaven and it is with great mercy, but there are two more steps, which bring him to life, because those who are called have to be, also, chosen at the work for God, and then they must do the miracles of their faith for the fulfillment of those last Scriptures, which wait to come down on earth. I see your labor; I see how those from above press on you, and you are crushed by everything the Lord suffers and great care presses on you for the work of the Lord upon the people and upon all those on the earth who are lost by God, sold to the glory of the world, which is not from God, but it is in the world and it keeps the man for it in such a way that the man may not see his salvation and the Master of his salvation.

 

I let you have rest so that then we may be able to bring to an end the word of the feast of the saints, to give you advice for the people and for man, because I am the Lord’s trumpet and I had no other gift on the earth.

 

Long after Me, My people, for I am with the Lord, and with much sign I ask you from the Lord to be always and to learn to be. I ask you with the same sigh from you for the great work which is now to be done for the Lord, your God, because if there is still time, you should work for the Lord, because the Lord has to speak soon over everything: «All things have come to an end!» and you should walk with the Lord and to be the beginning from the end of everything and to be the one who wipes out the Lord’s tear and of His saints. Amen.

 

– Oh, Verginica, we bless their feast; we give the love to the saints, and we ask them to keep a heavenly feast, and We, to look at them and to inspire the vigor by which the saints stay with them, enshrouding them within the mystery of the life, which does not perish, and then to come closer again with the whole word of the feast.

 

My people, do not forget about the invisible heaven. Do not forget to believe with power in order that the Lord may measure your faith, because the work of the faith is by its sight, and it is the prime of life, which opens at its sight, spreading its fragrance and praising those who are the disciples of the Lord, for which they worked hard. Blessed is the one who does not sleep now, because the one who sleeps is the one who does not hear My word and does not live by it. And the one who does not sleep, I find that one coming to meet Me, and then he becomes a sower from heaven and a fruit of the One Who sows over the disciples His seed giving of life, out of which an obedient people springs up, gentle and humble in its heart, a child of the heavenly Father, just as I am. Amen, amen, amen.

 

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Come sowing children, because the one who does not sleep at My word, I have him as My disciple who has in him God’s revelation over people, as I have told you in this great day. Verginica has exhortations for the people nourished from heaven, and you make the passing of the saints and help them to enter into My book with you, on My coming to My people, children sons. It is the feast of all saints, and Verginica is their gate of entrance; she is My trumpet and of those from heaven.

 

Oh, Verginica, the sufferance of those from heaven is sweet, and their tear becomes feast to call the people to Me and to give them power to become God’s sons, saints of the heaven, as You were on earth, because those, who will have received what they have worked for by their living in the flesh, will be as on earth either, and whoever does not believe this, that one does not know what the life on earth and in heaven means.

 

Oh, My trumpet, your sigh on earth was painful! You had always cried after My life in the Christian, and you taught him both from heaven and from earth, and the more you taught him and longed for him, the more he departed from heaven. Oh, how beautiful you taught the Christian! You gave him a book to study and follow, but he got used to be forgetful, Verginica, and if you did not teach him even now, he would always forget. However, you have a gentle and humble spirit, as on the earth, and you suffer from the one who does not know on earth what its life and power is. Come with love and with My Holy Spirit, Whom I gave to those who became the Lord’s dwelling among the people. Come, because you are My trumpet and of My saints, and you are full of love as on earth, and you bow like Me to be able to help those who came for the work of My word, so that My whole teaching may settle upon them and that they may live by it and to become joy for the saints and an example to the people, Verginica. And now, I bless your entrance into your people. Amen, amen, amen.

 

– Oh, how much work over the people of today, Lord! Oh, how much word from heaven over it so that it may love life, Lord! And now, we teach it again and we give it from heaven, for the saints to have a share with it, because Your word in its midst is the table of the saints who have waited for Your coming with them, the work of Your coming, which makes the world again, by union with those that are on the earth, Lord.

 

My people, long for me, because I am with the Lord, and I ask you with great sigh from the Lord and I ask from Him life and power of life for you. In addition, with the same sigh, I ask you from yourself too, because much work has to be done for the making of the world again. If there is still time, you have to work for the Lord and you have to be able to exhort brother to brother. 

 

Oh, children from the gates, you have to work more upon the people, even if the work of the issue of the book, the one of fifty years of work of the Lord, requires of you all your walking, all your time and all your rest. (See The Book of the Lamb (The Book of Life) - The Word of God (1955-2005)  , r.n.) It is much and always to be worked so that the Lord may have a beautiful life in the Christian and to find him this way every moment. The tolerance from day to day of the people not to