PORTRAIT OF THE CRUCIFIED CHRIST

Look, my people, at the portrait of your savior on the cross of salvation:

Look, take the portrait or the crucifix into your hands and look into my eyes. See the tears--not
tears of pain, although I did suffer pain in the human flesh, terrible pain, but this is not why I shed
tears. My tears were for my people who had deserted me with their sinful habits, with their
disobedience, with their lukewarm ways, with their distrust of me, with their denial of me, and their
betrayal of me. My tears were for all of mankind, for I could see all the faces of mankind turned
against me and turned toward the enemy of the soul.

Look at my head--crowned with thorns. Have you ever been pricked by a thorn from a rose or
berry bush? How painful it is as it penetrates into your skin, and if it is not taken out, it will fester and
swell to a point of intense pain, until the pain is almost unbearable. Well, just imagine huge thorns
placed roughly on your head so that the skin is broken, and the thorns are burrowed into your head
so deep that blood begins to trickle down your face. Your face becomes feverish and swollen, and
the pain is intense. Those of you who suffer from migraine headaches will sympathize with the terrible
pains in your head, but I tell you it cannot compare with the terrible pains I suffered from the crown
of thorns. The thorns dug into my scalp so deeply that it seemed that the enemy was trying to probe
my mind, my intellect, my thinking process, and the pain became so excruciating that I became
nauseous and sick.

Look at my nose--swollen and bruised by the blows to my head, blood trickling from it.

Look at my lips--the same lips that spoke to my people of my love for them, the same lips that
taught them and prayed with them, the same lips that performed miracles for them, lips now parched,
swollen, cracked, and yearning for a little water to relieve the pain.

Look at my hands--the same hands that healed my people, the same hands that had been laid on
feverish brows to heal them, the same hands that had broken bread and lifted the cup to partake of
eating with them, the same hands that had blessed the people and beckoned the people to come to
me, the same hands that now were bruised and swollen because of the nails that pierced my wrists.

Look at my side--pierced with a lance, blood and water coming forth to drain all my energy from my
body.

Look at my feet--huge nails hammered into them as one foot was placed on top of the other to
secure me to the cross. To those of you who suffer with pains in your feet or who have had surgery
performed on them, think of the pain you have encountered. Well, imagine nails being driven into
your feet--imagine the intense pain you would feel.

Look at my heart--oh, my heart, how painful it felt! No one could see my heartache, but this pain
was the worst of all, for I saw the mob of people whose love had turned to hate for me. The same
people who, just a few days before, had been my friends, had listened to my teachings, had
witnessed my healings, and had invited me to their homes to commune with them. Now they were
my enemies turned against me, crying for my death, making obscene gestures, and shouting obscene
names to me. Oh, my heart was breaking from the storm of hatred seen from their eyes! And as my
eyes looked into my mother's eyes and saw my faithful John, my devoted Mary Magdalene and the
other Mary, and my other faithful followers who stood at my feet looking up at the horrors that had
been inflicted on me, the sadness and bewilderment in their eyes made my heart break, and I was
overcome with love for their loyalty and devotion to me.

This year, as you experience the Lenten season once more on your earth, I request that each day,
you take the crucifix or a picture of my face, study the cruel blows that I experienced, and repent of
your sins and the sins of the world. Remember me, your crucified Lord and savior, and say a prayer
of repentance. To those of you who suffer physical pain, I ask you to offer up your sufferings for
poor souls that have turned their backs on me and betrayed me. When you suffer from migraine
headaches or other traumas of the head, look at my head crowned with thorns and offer up your
pains for someone who has denied me. Those of you who suffer a malady of the eyes, who suffer
from any kind of eye pain, look at my eyes, see my tears, my bruised and swollen eyes, and ask for
pardon for your iniquities and that of the world. Those of you who suffer pain in your joints, your
feet, your hands--look at me--look at the nails that pierced my wrists and feet and ask forgiveness
and offer your pains for sinners who need my love. Those of you who suffer from heart pains or
pains of any body-racking disease, look at my body, stripped and bruised and beaten for love of
you. Offer your pains for the redemption of the world. If you do this, you will in some way relieve
the world of its sinful ways; you will be linking your pains to mine to save the world, and so you, too,
will form a special chain of love that links your world with mine.

I ask all my people to look at me, your crucified Lord and savior. I suffered and died that you might
have life. My tears were for you--my love was for you. Do this in remembrance of me. But do not, I
beg of you, wallow in self-pity; for your pains and sorrows, if offered up to me, will be blessed by
me, and you will be rewarded. You will rise to new glory and free yourself from the pains and misery
of life, for remember, after my suffering and death, came my resurrection.

So, this Lenten season, I am asking all my people to look on a portrait of your crucified Lord and
savior or on a crucifix, take it into your hands and ponder the wounds, meditate on my words from
the cross, see my tears shed for all my people, and repent, repent and come back to me or be taken
over by Satan. The choice is yours, me or Satan. Please, come to me as I await you in glory. The
Father blesses you, the Holy Spirit abides with you, and I impart to you special blessings.

Your crucified and risen savior,

JESUS