December 24, 2002
(Father is speaking)
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Shout, child, with love and joy, for it surrounds you! Yes, even now. For I have come in a new and cherished way. What is this way? It is love. Where love exists—there am I. This does not mean that a soul feels love from another. Rather, little one of My Heart, it means that you feel the love inside you for ALL others, regardless of whether that love is returned.
Place yourself in the view of your family—your loved ones and friends. Let them
see the love you feel for Me. And I will come to them as well, because I AM with
you and in you. When I reside in you, it is not you they reject, but Me, daughter
of My Heart. They reject Me. So I ask you, do you grieve for Me or for yourself?
I can bear this hurt, Barbara Rose—you cannot—without My aid.
Now I tell you this, what day have I given you for My Love to be celebrated? It
is this Christmas and all Christmases, renewed each year in time. You see truly
that the love enjoyed this holiday season is false— it is attached to things.
Love is not things—it is a matter of the heart. We do not offer things in the
place of our own hearts. This is not wise—with this practice, love of the heart
wanes; it dies.
No, daughter, this is not the Way. I give you this gift for Christmas—belief and
trust and love—these three are the foundation of all communion among My
Children and in that I reside and am present.
Believe, little one, that the day will come when all will be made right in My eyes.
You have only to do My Will—Love.
Sir [Ecclesiasticus] 7:12—” for there is one that humbleth and exalteth, God who
seeth all.”
Be Not Afraid.
More quotes reguarding Christmas:
The pine tree [in the backyard] —tall and ever green. Life. Rooted in the earth
and reaching to the heavens. Sheltering the small animals and birds. It is as the Tree of Life upon which My Son was hung. From the tree drops pine cones and seeds. This Tree is special because it symbolizes everlasting life. Remember your Christmas tree? Pine and apples. Your tree had eatable fruit, as does Mine. With Me all things are possible. The healing will come. Embrace your Father. Mar. 29, 1997
( Note: During Christmas of 1998, Father will give Barbara extensive coverage of the remnant children of God being “grafted onto the Tree of Life.”)
I will be present to those who consecrate themselves to Me in a special way. I open
My arms to these children. Offer yourselves as a gift to Me during this season
celebrating the birth of My Son Jesus. Remember I speak to you in your hearts
through My Holy Word. Open your eyes and see. Listen intently with your ears.
Embrace Me with Your hearts. For I am surely with you. Rejoice in this great
gift and blessing. You, little ones, have found your way home to your Father.
Meditate on the significance of this in these times. Your Mother Mary gives
birth to My children at this Christmas. Ponder My Words. Repose in My Heart,
My children, as I repose in yours. IN THIS, WE ARE HOME IN EACH OTHER AND MY KINGDOM HAS COME. … Dec. 16, 1997
The pine tree [in the backyard] —tall and ever green. Life. Rooted in the earth
and reaching to the heavens. Sheltering the small animals and birds. It is as the Tree of Life upon which My Son was hung. From the tree drops pine cones and seeds. This Tree is special because it symbolizes everlasting life. Remember your Christmas tree? Pine and apples. Your tree had eatable fruit, as does Mine. With Me all things are possible. The healing will come. Embrace your Father. Mar. 29, 1997
( Note: During Christmas of 1998, Father will give Barbara extensive coverage of the remnant children of God being “grafted onto the Tree of Life.”)
I will be present to those who consecrate themselves to Me in a special way. I open
My arms to these children. Offer yourselves as a gift to Me during this season
celebrating the birth of My Son Jesus. Remember I speak to you in your hearts
through My Holy Word. Open your eyes and see. Listen intently with your ears.
Embrace Me with Your hearts. For I am surely with you. Rejoice in this great
gift and blessing. You, little ones, have found your way home to your Father.
Meditate on the significance of this in these times. Your Mother Mary gives
birth to My children at this Christmas. Ponder My Words. Repose in My Heart,
My children, as I repose in yours. IN THIS, WE ARE HOME IN EACH OTHER AND MY KINGDOM HAS COME. … Dec. 16, 1997
TRIADIC OCTAVES: CHRISTMAS, EASTER AND HOLY OCTAVE OF GOD OUR FATHER: God the Son, God the Holy Spirit and God the Father
Dec. 24, 2002
Dearest Sweetest Papa:
How long have I been gone this time? My head swims in the requirements of my life.
Why, I wonder do such great traumas seem to occur around Christmas? I find that Christmas, which once made me so very, very joyful, makes me very sad—profoundly sad. Almost all semblance of a spiritual feast day are “almost” gone. You can barely see the religious reason anymore. Everyone is frantic, running around “buying” gifts. There is no speaking of God or of Love. Everyone is weary—so weary—and they hate what they do at Christmas, but they don’t know how to stop.
My … didn’t want to put up a tree, listen to carols, be with family. Ours is a house of misery…My heart breaks. How can I make it better, Father? The example being given to the children…. And so again, I ask You for mercy for my family. Let them see the model I had as a child—of a Holy, Happy Catholic marriage and family.
[In a powerful dream I had a few years ago, I also experienced a Christmas where there was no tree, no celebration—and I felt panicky. I went out on a deck and looked out over the mountains and sky and saw signs or symbols, a kind of language or message written hugely in the sky. It was foreign to me; I didn’t understand it. But what I did understand is that it defied all human explanation and was indeed evidence of God’s existence and interaction
with us—and I felt relieved, greatly relieved—but also very frightened. This Christmas reminds me somewhat of that dream.]
(Note: I (lstar8) add the following because it is a vision which occurs later but refers to this dream: “…Out of his pocket, he hands me a melted red wax seal over a steel piece of metal, shaped like a large rectangular paperclip, or a butterfly—similar to the images in the Christmas sky….” Dec, 28. 2002)
I love You, Father; help me to love You and my family better. Please. I am listening.
(Note: the following Father message from Barbara is posted at the top of the blog but I (lstar8) reinsert it here in it's full original context.)
Dearest Sweetest Papa:
How long have I been gone this time? My head swims in the requirements of my life.
Why, I wonder do such great traumas seem to occur around Christmas? I find that Christmas, which once made me so very, very joyful, makes me very sad—profoundly sad. Almost all semblance of a spiritual feast day are “almost” gone. You can barely see the religious reason anymore. Everyone is frantic, running around “buying” gifts. There is no speaking of God or of Love. Everyone is weary—so weary—and they hate what they do at Christmas, but they don’t know how to stop.
My … didn’t want to put up a tree, listen to carols, be with family. Ours is a house of misery…My heart breaks. How can I make it better, Father? The example being given to the children…. And so again, I ask You for mercy for my family. Let them see the model I had as a child—of a Holy, Happy Catholic marriage and family.
[In a powerful dream I had a few years ago, I also experienced a Christmas where there was no tree, no celebration—and I felt panicky. I went out on a deck and looked out over the mountains and sky and saw signs or symbols, a kind of language or message written hugely in the sky. It was foreign to me; I didn’t understand it. But what I did understand is that it defied all human explanation and was indeed evidence of God’s existence and interaction
with us—and I felt relieved, greatly relieved—but also very frightened. This Christmas reminds me somewhat of that dream.]
(Note: I (lstar8) add the following because it is a vision which occurs later but refers to this dream: “…Out of his pocket, he hands me a melted red wax seal over a steel piece of metal, shaped like a large rectangular paperclip, or a butterfly—similar to the images in the Christmas sky….” Dec, 28. 2002)
I love You, Father; help me to love You and my family better. Please. I am listening.
(Note: the following Father message from Barbara is posted at the top of the blog but I (lstar8) reinsert it here in it's full original context.)
Shout, child, with love and joy, for it surrounds you! Yes, even now. For I have come in a new and cherished way. What is this way? It is love. Where love exists—there am I. This does not mean that a soul feels love from another.
Rather, little one of My Heart, it means that you feel the love inside you for ALL others, regardless of whether that love is returned.
Place yourself in the view of your family—your loved ones and friends. Let them
see the love you feel for Me. And I will come to them as well, because I AM with
you and in you. When I reside in you, it is not you they reject, but Me, daughter
of My Heart. They reject Me. So I ask you, do you grieve for Me or for yourself?
I can bear this hurt, Barbara Rose—you cannot—without My aid.
Now I tell you this, what day have I given you for My Love to be celebrated? It
is this Christmas and all Christmases, renewed each year in time. You see truly
that the love enjoyed this holiday season is false— it is attached to things.
Love is not things—it is a matter of the heart. We do not offer things in the
place of our own hearts. This is not wise—with this practice, love of the heart
wanes; it dies.
No, daughter, this is not the Way. I give you this gift for Christmas—belief and
trust and love—these three are the foundation of all communion among My
Children and in that I reside and am present.
Believe, little one, that the day will come when all will be made right in My eyes.
You have only to do My Will—Love.
Sir [Ecclesiasticus] 7:12—” for there is one that humbleth and exalteth, God who
seeth all.”
Be Not Afraid.
Rather, little one of My Heart, it means that you feel the love inside you for ALL others, regardless of whether that love is returned.
Place yourself in the view of your family—your loved ones and friends. Let them
see the love you feel for Me. And I will come to them as well, because I AM with
you and in you. When I reside in you, it is not you they reject, but Me, daughter
of My Heart. They reject Me. So I ask you, do you grieve for Me or for yourself?
I can bear this hurt, Barbara Rose—you cannot—without My aid.
Now I tell you this, what day have I given you for My Love to be celebrated? It
is this Christmas and all Christmases, renewed each year in time. You see truly
that the love enjoyed this holiday season is false— it is attached to things.
Love is not things—it is a matter of the heart. We do not offer things in the
place of our own hearts. This is not wise—with this practice, love of the heart
wanes; it dies.
No, daughter, this is not the Way. I give you this gift for Christmas—belief and
trust and love—these three are the foundation of all communion among My
Children and in that I reside and am present.
Believe, little one, that the day will come when all will be made right in My eyes.
You have only to do My Will—Love.
Sir [Ecclesiasticus] 7:12—” for there is one that humbleth and exalteth, God who
seeth all.”
Be Not Afraid.
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