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^{Holy Thursday - March 24, 2005}

^{Holy Thursday - March 24, 2005}

^{Holy Thursday - March 24, 2005}

^{Holy Thursday - March 24, 2005}

^{Holy Thursday - March 24, 2005}

^{Holy Thursday - March 24, 2005}

^{Holy Thursday - March 24, 2005}

^{Holy Thursday - March 24, 2005}

^{Holy Thursday - March 24, 2005}

^{Holy Thursday - March 24, 2005}

^{Exodus 12: 1-8, 11-14}

^{Yahweh said to Moses and Aaron in Egypt, 'This month must be the first of all the months for you, the first month of your year. Speak to the whole community of Israel and say, "On the tenth day of this month each man must take an animal from the flock for his family: one animal for each household. If the household is too small for the animal, he must join with his neighbour nearest to his house, depending on the number of persons. When you choose the animal, you will take into account what each can eat. It must be an animal without blemish, a male one year old; you may choose it either from the sheep or from the goats. You must keep it till the fourteenth day of the month when the whole assembly of the community of Israel will slaughter it at twilight. Some of the blood must then be taken and put on both door-posts and the lintel of the houses where it is eaten. That night, the flesh must be eaten, roasted over the fire; it must be eaten with unleavened bread and bitter herbs.}

^{This is how you must eat it: with a belt round your waist, your sandals on your feet and your staff in your hand. You must eat it hurriedly: it is a Passover in Yahweh's honour. That night, I shall go through Egypt and strike down all the first-born in Egypt, man and beast alike, and shall execute justice on all the gods of Egypt, I, Yahweh! The blood will be a sign for you on the houses where you are. When I see the blood I shall pass over you, and you will escape the destructive plague when I strike Egypt. This day must be commemorated by you, and you must keep it as a feast in Yahweh's honour. You must keep it as a feast-day for all generations; this is a decree for all time.}

^{1 Corinthians 11: 23-26}

    ^{For the tradition I received from the Lord and also handed on to you is that on the night he was betrayed, the Lord Jesus took some bread, and after he had given thanks, he broke it, and he said, ‘This is my body, which is for you; do this in remembrance of me.’ And in the same way, with the cup after supper, saying, ‘This cup is the new covenant in my blood. Whenever you drink it, do this as a memorial of me.’ Whenever you eat this bread, then, and drink this cup, you are proclaiming the Lord’s death until he comes.}

 

^{John 13: 1-15}

^{Before the festival of the Passover, Jesus, knowing that his hour had come to pass from this world to the Father, having loved those who were his in the world, loved them to the end.} 

    ^{They were at supper, and the devil had already put it into the mind of Judas Iscariot son of Simon, to betray him. Jesus knew that the Father had put everything into his hands, and that he had come from God and was returning to God, and he got up from table, removed his outer garments and, taking a towel, wrapped it round his waist; he then poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet and to wipe them with the towel he was wearing.} 

    ^{He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, ‘Lord, are you going to wash my feet?’ Jesus answered, ‘At the moment you do not know what I am doing, but later you will understand.’ ‘Never!’ said Peter. ‘You shall never wash my feet.’ Jesus replied, ‘If I do not wash you, you can have no share with me.’ Simon Peter said, ‘Well then, Lord, not only my feet, but my hands and my head as well!’ Jesus said, ‘No one who has had a bath needs washing, such a person is clean all over. You too are clean, though not all of you are.’ He knew who was going to betray him, and that was why he said, ‘though not all of you are’.} 

    ^{When he had washed their feet and put on his outer garments again he went back to the table. ‘Do you understand’, he said, ‘what I have done to you? 'You call me Master and Lord, and rightly; so I am. If I, then, the Lord and Master, have washed your feet, you must wash each other's feet. I have given you an example so that you may copy what I have done to you.}
 

Excerpt from March 25, 2005 message

I was in the Vatican Chapel at 11:00am Good Friday last year --
and finished at noon where the Blessed Sacrament was exposed.
I received this message --

March 25, 2005 - On Good Friday 11:00 - 12:00 am

Messenger:     And He saw before Him all the men that would be
                            lost forever.

                        Into the darkest night I have gone my God and seen the
                            sufferings of the souls in sin, for it is for You we
                            live and are born here to this valley of tears.

                        Into Your hands I commend my spirit -
                            Oh God hear my prayer and be attentive to my supplication.

                        Dark nights are just these - a condition, a state
                            that God allows us to share in to experience
                            His passion.

                        I look into the soul, God, and see as You have asked
                            me to read and plead for the innocent, the depraved,
                            the ones You gave Your life for.

                        Oh God hear my prayer and let my cry come unto Thee -
                        A dark night is a night without light -
                        the dark nights may
                            be the very openings to the door that leads to
                            Your precious light and showering of grace
                            upon us.

                        A night was richly blessed when the Savior
                            shed His Blood from His pores, in such
                            anguish seeing before Him the souls that
                            would be lost forever despite His suffering
                            and death.

                        Oh Heart of Jesus hear the plaintiff cry of Your servant
                            suffering and in pain for the sin in the world and
                            Your Blood You shed to save us.

                        Oh Savior, Incarnate, born of the Woman, Mary Immaculate,
                            outpour Your gifts on the poor banished children
                            of Eve for we are the children walking in the
                            shaded light of imperfections and sin offending
                            You by our arrogant and prideful ways.

                            When it is docility and obedience You desire of us -

                        Oh Blood shed on the cross, from You our precious
                        Savior, wash us in Your Blood and feed us with
                        Your Body and Your Word that our hearts will
                        be filled with You, our Divine Precious God.

                            Sufferings are sufferings and looking into His
                        face we see the Head of the Savior crowned with thorns,
                        the Blood pouring out of His precious wounds and
                        we see Him - His "yes" in suffering - suffering so
                        severe, suffering of the God-Head for His precious
                        souls - suffering from the love outpoured by
                        His unquenchable Heart of love.

                            Oh God let us Bleed as we watch You with the
                        Blood of love for the souls You gave Your life for -
                        Can our partaking in that Holy Sacrifice of the Mass be
                        such an offering to You our precious God that the
                        streams of grace will flow with unquenchable
                        love for the souls He gave His life for.

April 5, 2001

March 25, 2005 message continues

Jesus speaks:        Look into My face and see Me before You, suffering for
                        love of you - For you suffer from knowing My gifts
                        given to men and they are as blind men running some on
                        a race (headed) for hell. Oh let their eyes be opened that they
                        would see with the light of 7 suns, but they close
                        their eyes and see little for they have painted the gold of
                        the earth like pictures on their eyes-lids and they
                        gaze at them the day long.

                            Oh let My Spirit fill your souls and your souls be filled
                        with My grace and My Blood wash you in the robes of
                        salvation.

                            Blood is on your hands, but is it the blood of deceit
                        and hatefulness, the bitterness one holds for your brothers,
                        the pride of indecency and you ignore the speck in your
                        eye and the rocks in your hearts. Rocks of hatred,
                        rocks to clog the vessel far more than the grease
                        you consider so important to your life here below.
                        It is rocks that clog the vessels of your heart to
                        embrace the things of the Savior.

                            Oh the well cared garden - one flowing with milk and honey,
                        water trickling from a little vine, sweetly given the
                        dew of morning - oh you and your sour grapes, you watch
                        them shrivel before your eyes and count calories for your
                        bodies neglecting the things of the soul -

                            Let the courtyard ring with the song of angels
                        and the blossoms hear the sound and display the
                        dew of morning like a dress adorned for the
                        King of Glory.

                            You pick My blossoms, shaking off the dew
                        of the new day - you stamp on the grapes and
                        use My gardens for sounds that shake the earth with
                        terror.

                            When I gave you the birds to sing to you - you came
                        in with a chainsaw and cut down the tree that
                        carried the quartet and they flew away like the
                        grapes you have tramped underfoot.

                            For you, many, are so prideful in your hearts and
                        your songs are not songs of love to Me - to one hanging
                        on the tree of life - you missed My tree - you
                        see only a man and don't even look to the wood
                        of the cross. I carried your sins on My back -
                        and My Blood was hanging on the tree -
                            Oh the tree of Adam and Eve -
                            Do you see it?
                            Now look at your trees of scrupulous pleasures -
                            Nobody can get you to look at your
                                money trees hanging with clumps of gold and
                                I long to see the sweet grapes - full and
                                    plentiful, healthy, sweet for
                                    the Father.

                                Oh your apples are your gods -
                                    your hands are not pierced with nails -
                                    likened to the Savior -
                                    They are decorated with nails of stars and
                                        blues and rainbows - long and gaudy -
                                        gaudy - not hands that are God-like

                                Oh look at the hands and see how the hands of
                                    My creatures have sinned

                                    And the head that has robbed Me of
                                        the talents to help promote My
                                        Kingdom - when brains were given
                                        to the men how many used them to
                                        sin and lead others to sin -

                                The Blood teamed into My eyes - how
                                    many have used their eyes to sin and lead others into
                                    sin

                                And the tongue by which I enter your body -
                                    How very dishonorable has many tongues become -

                                The ears I gave you to hear - My Blood poured
                                    into My ears from My thorns and
                                    you have sinned with your ears, making
                                    movies and songs for others to sin majorly
                                    with ears and eyes.

                                My Blood I shed - My eyes caked with dried
                                    Blood - My ears welled up with the
                                    Blood of the Savior for your sins

                                My feet - they pounded nails into My feet - for
                                    all the ways you have walked that
                                    led you to sin -
                                    Why do you not walk the way of the Savior -
                                    Why do you not see with your eyes -
                                    Taste My Body and Blood with your tongue -
                                    Listen to the birds sing songs of love and

                                My Heart was pierced with the lance -
                                My Heart, how I suffered for those who would
                                    reject Me, the anguish to My Heart
                                    was far greater than the pain to My
                                    Body, wrought with suffering
                                    for your sins -

                                Oh you have dishonored the image of Mary
                                    the Father sent you and ignored the
                                    gifts of Our Love outpoured.

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