Words of Christ
February 21, 2019
Our Lady of Lebanon Chapel
My Church is a holy Church
My people are a holy people
But the devil has roamed freely through the halls of My Church
And the people have forgotten My name.
There is a gathering of those I have called
And they petition Me to turn My face upon them
And to cleanse My Church.
But their words are empty
For they have not protected that which I have given them to protect
And they have made their beds with the devil.
How then shall they petition a Holy Lord
When there is deceit and sin within their hearts?
I see their faces uplifted to Me
But within their hearts is a darkness
That is a barrier to My grace.
How then shall the Church be cleansed?
But listen, what is the sound that reaches your ears?
It is a gentle wind that caresses and soothes.
This is indeed what those who are gathered hope
That a gentle breeze will flow over the Church
And leave undisturbed those who tread through the halls.
But alas for them, this will not be
For the wind will become a hurricane
Such as the Church has never seen
And few will be left standing in the force of the winds
For today I call for an accounting from My church.
Today I call for those whose protection was ordained
But which has not been found.
For My sheep cry out
But find no protection against the wolves.
There is a wind stronger than has ever been seen
That will blow upon this Church
And none except those who have not forgotten their first love
Will be able to stand
For I have called forth my holy angels
And they come with swords of steel
And as a force that cannot be stopped.
Oh how foolish that you would feel helpless in the face of this evil.
Where is the one who can stand in the wrath of the Lord?
For they will be smitten
And My Church will once again be a holy place
Where evil finds no entry.
But where are you?
Roll call has started.
Will you fail to take your place?
You think the spark you carry is insignificant
But indeed it is My words that you carry
And how then shall the Church not be moved?
And how then shall the devil stay within her halls when I speak?
For My words will go forth like a sword
And by My words will all be called to repentance
And woe to those with ears
Who do not listen.
There is a gentle breeze in Rome today
And those who gather relax and talk in gentle tones
But oh there are clouds gathering on the horizon
And winds of a magnitude that they cannot imagine
Are on the way.
Rome gathers and smiles.
But soon Rome disperses and weeps
For the winds of My Spirit will leave no evil in the halls of My Church.
Pray for My mighty justice to come forth
For I have called for an accounting
And great will be the sorrow of those who do not listen.
This indeed is My Holy Church.
This indeed is the place where My holy people dwell.
All that is unclean beware!
And those who have suffered will be consoled
And those who have been wounded will be healed.
Their pain has reached My heart
And I will take them into my arms
And give them peace.
But woe to those by whom their pain has come
For they have wounded My sheep
And have tainted the halls of My Holy Church
With their filth.
The winds are coming!
Answer the roll call.
Speak My words to them!
For by My words they will be slain.