Hold My Lifeless Body

#81   Jan. 11, 2013, Friday – on waking, and continuing later in the day, at home.

The Lord said: Clasp My dead body to your heart.  Do as My Mother did when they took My lifeless body down from the Cross.

She held Me oh so close to her heart. 

Here there is no more life in Me.

Here she could not hear My voice anymore.

Here she spoke words of love to My lifeless body.

Here she had to Trust as she had never trusted before.

She wept over Me.  Not because I had suffered so, but because we loved each other so.

What devastation must have struck her tender heart.  What more must she suffer?  Yet she suffered for love and through love and with love.

Do you dare caress My lifeless body and hold Me close to your heart? 

There is nothing more for Me to say.  Would you have despaired?  Would you despair today if I seem lifeless in your life? 

Would you still hold Me tenderly in your arms when all seems lost? 

Would you still proclaim Me as God when there is no response from Me?  When I seem dead to you?

Would you still be willing to follow this lifeless body even though all life seems lost?

Would you hold Me tenderly and whisper words of love that when life ends can’t be taken from you?

Would you bend over and kiss My face when I am cold to your touch?

Would you whisper how much you love Me when My ears seem to no longer be able to hear?

Is your love for Me only for a life-time or will it pass strong through into eternity?

Does death stop your love for Me, for others --  friends and relatives who have died?

Will you hold Me close right now to your heart and hold My lifeless body in your arms and still Trust beyond Trust?

Sit with Me lifeless in your arms. 

This is such a switch because you usually want to climb into and be held in My arms.

Sit with Me and hold My lifeless body in your arms.

Whisper into My non-hearing ears how much you love Me, tenderly love Me – not loved Me, but love Me.

Hold Me close and tenderly stroke My bleeding brow and tell Me that you are willing to suffer for love of Me. 

Hold My scarred hand in your hand, put your finger into the nail hole and really believe in Me.

Hold Me tenderly and tell Me all the dreams that have gone unanswered.

Hold Me tenderly and tell Me all that you think you knew that seems so small now.

Hold Me and tenderly smile at My face that smiles back at you even in death – if you believe.

Sit with My Mother as she tenderly holds Me.

Hear what she whispers to her Son, to you.  See how her heart does not stop believing in Her Son even though death seems so final.

Say nothing to her but sit with her.  Become part of the Pieta.  You and all are part of the Pieta.  Mother holds you tenderly in Her arms at death knowing that this kind of death is not final – it may seem so to the world, but it is not.

Sit and say nothing.  Just absorb her tender feelings that she has for her Son who to her reflects all mankind.

Tell her nothing.  Ask her nothing.   Be oh so content to be part of this eternal picture. Love given, Love received time and time and beyond time again.

So take the time – just grab it when it presents itself (to you from Me) and hold My lifeless body close to your heart.

Know that My lifelessness is only perceived, it is not the reality of eternity. 

Yet enjoy the scene.  What, you say --  ‘enjoy the scene of Your lifeless body in my arms?’

OK – Find the True Joy of holding My lifeless body in your arms.