April 5, 2007

• Meeting God

  

  I was invited in, same as before. The light was blinding and I felt chills all over as pure glory washed all over me! I kept my eyes on the beautiful white carpet and my clothes had become white, too. Peripherally I could see open sky and the ground was of cloud. Angels and saints and holy people were all around me, and Angel flew off to greet a friend. Soon I reached the kneeler and knelt, having been lead by Christ and accompanied by Mother.
  “Who is this?” a deep, rich, soothing, powerful voice echoed.
  “Father,” Jesus said, “this is my brother, Your son, Jacob. He comes to beg favors of You, and Mother is with him.”
  The Voice spoke again, “What say you to your God and King?”
  I prayed the Our Father and soon felt God’s Hands upon mine.
  “Well spoken! Rise, my son, but do not look at My Face.” I looked into His chest, seeing His brilliant but simple white robe. All around me the angels had knelt along with everyone else, and the Sanctus was sung. It was glorious!!
  “What would you have of your God, Jacob?” I humbly begged Him of the three favors as He listened thoughtfully.
  “I am with him, Father,” said Jesus. “I am with him, my Lord,” said Mother.
  “Jacob, my son, look at My Face.”
  It was like staring directly into a bright, white light without squinting. What a glorious sight, even without any detail at all!
  “You cannot see My Face because you haven’t eyes of the spirit, but of flesh. Someday, you will see My Face. Now, about your favors- you have suffered and wept enough, but have felt little of true joy until lately. Jacob, look at the Throne of Mercy. What do you see?”
  “I see three white chairs, finely carved, with red cushions. They are at the same level, with Yours taller and in the center, with the other two of same height with each other. I see Gabriel Your herald at the bottom of the stairs and Raphael as Your scribe across from the herald.”
  “Christ sits on my right,” God said.
  “Where is the Holy Spirit?” I asked. Angel probably laughed somewhere at hearing me ask this.
  God then knelt before me, turning my hands until my palms were toward His Face. I felt Him kiss my palms and an amazing rush of feeling surged through my whole body.
  “My Spirit is present within you, as My greatest gift. I love you so much, Jacob, see? I kneel and I lower myself in love to you! I kiss your hands to show my loyalty!”
  I collapse to my knees. “Oh God! It is I who should kneel!”
  He embraced me, saying, “Yes, let us kneel together and meet as one. Don’t ever try to make yourself above Me, or I will stand to my fullest and humble you!”
  “Yes, Father!”
  “Jacob, I love you so much, and I will always be with you, bearing your sin so you may have joy always.”
  God lifted me to my feet and bid all to stand. We all sang the Gloria and kept cheering, “Hosanna, our God!” He then said that I will join Him for His Son’s banquet, which I must help prepare for! Everyone rushed off to the exit as Mother walked me to my room.
  “Hurry! You mustn’t be late! And you should wear something a little nicer today!”
  It was 4:20pm when my eyes opened and I thanked God, dressed, and went to the chapel without formally ending my prayer hour. Therefore, it never really ended.
  All the while I could imagine Angel coaching me through my various sacristan duties as I prepared our chapel for Mass, explaining why everything had to be a certain way, and that everything had to be perfect.
  While at Mass, I witnessed also Mass in Heaven, taking place in a GREAT banquet hall, everyone in Heaven seated at a long marble table that stretched out of my sight. I sat next to God, at His left in the seat of the Holy Spirit while Christ sat on the Father’s right. These seats were up a small number of stairs behind the priest celebrating the Mass. Everyone in Heaven wept at the Agnus Dei.
  Afterwards we attended a feast with food, like real food for our bodies. Angel coached me on proper eating while I sat next to God, especially to take smaller bites. I took less food at dinner than I usually do (rice with chicken curry and a piece of bread with butter and honey with water to drink), remembering I had asked God yesterday to help me eat less. I prayed before dinner that I might learn to eat enough to nourish me, and that His grace would satisfy me so I wouldn’t feel the need to continue eating after I had eaten what I needed. It was the most wonderful meal ever, and a beautiful young St. Cecilia in her white Roman gown played beautiful piano music while everyone dined and chatted quietly. Angel kept coaching me on manners while doing the exact opposite herself and making a mess.
  After dinner I went back to my room and journaled the previous entries about eating and about faith not being enough. Angel flew off for a bit to play, but returned when I was ready for my next prayer hour.
  When I was ready, Angel knocked on my door and led me to the stone hall. We met St. Michael, very cheery now, who led me to a small greenhouse full of roses! Mother and St. Therese of Liseaux were there. Upon St. Michael announcing us, Mother asked Therese to leave. She did so, curtsying to Mother with a French, “Madame,” and as she passed me she smiled and said, “Monsieur.”
  Mother asked me to come closed, putting her arm around me. “Would you like one?”
  “Oh yes Mother!”
  I begged God, with Mother and St. Therese’s help, to let me smell a rose from the Heavenly garden. In my room (the “real” world) I felt a slight breeze blow on my face and I could barely smell the sweet scent of rose upon it! In my mind I clasped the rose to my chest, thanking Mother before putting the stem through the buttonhole of my coat.
  Then I took her arm and she led me down the hall towards Christ’s room. The angels sang “Ave Maria” as we walked. I asked why they only sang songs that I’ve heard before. She answered, “You can’t hear Heaven’s music yet, but you will. They still wanted to sing for you, though!”
  When we arrived at the entrance we were waved right on in. I saw Him rise from His seat, smiling. I turned to Mother, silently begging her for permission to run to Him. She smiled and nodded. Angel raced me but I beat her! Christ scooped me up and whirled me around, holding me up in one arm. I was now a child, probably about six or seven years old. I looked at His pierced hands.
  “Did I do this?” I asked.
  “Yes, but it’s all right. I wanted to do it for you.”
  We both smiled and laughed as He put me down. I took His arm, and I took Mother’s, and between them we walked toward the door to God. On the way, feeling VERY silly, we all started singing “The Wizard of Oz” while we skipped up to the door. Jesus waved St. Michael aside.
  “Why don’t you open it, Jacob?” Jesus says.
  “Me?”
  “Go on,” says Mother, “We’re right here.”
  Angel gives me a playful shove and I slowly pull the metal handles. The doors slowly open… and in both worlds I see blinding light and am overcome with beauty and joy! God is walking toward me!
  I had taken Christ’s and Mother’s arms again, but I break free and run to Him, wrapping my arms around Him, weeping and saying, “Oh God, I love You so much!”
  Suddenly, everything stopped. I looked into God’s white face, and felt Him smiling, but He didn’t speak. Angel shook her head and took me back to my room.
  After much thanking and prayer, I spent some time wondering what went “wrong.”
  I remembered running to Christ… after Mother said, “yes.” Then I remembered, “None may go to the Father except through Me.”
  I think Angel made a face when I finally figured it out- I did not ask Jesus if I could run to God! So, smiling, I humbly asked God to teach me patience so that tomorrow, hopefully, I may see Him again while minding my manners.

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