The coming in a visible way
The kingdom of the heavens was likened to you , son Israel , little son , the fruit ripened in faith , the fruit on My table , as I am on your table , for we feed each other at the table of the heavenly love on earth , a wedding table , a table of new age , the feast of the heaven on earth , the word of God , food from heaven on the earth . Amen , amen , amen .
Excerpt from the Word of God at the feast of the saint martyr Varvara (
Barbara ), from
17-12-1996
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I , sons , have no peace in heaven and on earth without you . You are My peace and I comfort Myself with you ; I rejoice with you in the longing of My coming , for I miss the work of your hands , I miss the man , My sons . I long to the man to come to Me , for there is no greater joy in heaven as when a man without God comes to Me to find Me and follow Me . I established you as a path on the earth leading to God . I chose you as a support , sons . I , sons , have no peace in heaven and on earth without you . And why do I have no peace ? I have no peace until I come visibly , for behold , I have always called the man . I have always made My way to the people with you .
You are My hands and feet ; I walk with you ; I spend time with you ; I write Myself with you in heaven and on earth , and I have no peace until I find My rest . My rest is the man , and I miss the work of My hands , I miss the man to come and follow Me as you followed Me , the little children of the garden of My word . Oh , how could I have peace without you anymore ? No one wants to deny himself and follow Me . People want to be with Me , but they do not know what it means for man to be with God . No man knows how to be with God anymore ? My longing is full , My spirit longs crying for the man made after the image and likeness of God . My crying is hurt , My longing is crying for the man , but I find comfort with you and I find comfort comforting you and rising you in My longing . Oh , who has mercy on Me any longer to give Me to the people , so that I may find My lost comfort in them , My first rest ? I miss all human kind , but I lose Myself in you , I hide in you with My longing , as I do not have where to bow down My head ; I have not . The man is no longer My house . The man sold the house and garden , his body and happiness . The man was My house , and I did not need a house made by the people . What kind of a house the people who spoiled My house and My rest should build Me ? The man was to be My house and My glory after My image and My rest .
Oh , sons , how can I have peace without you any longer ? Where should I find My comfort , where ? Who shall hear Me ? Who shall know Me ? Who should I complain Myself on earth to ? The man ’ s life had to My life ; his body , My house ; his work , My work . Oh , sons take My word , take My comfort and give it to the people so that they may also feel My comforting and know My voice .
The kingdom of heaven is like you , dear Israel , faithful servant , for the Master will come and find you watching and will tell you : « Come into the joy of your Lord !». Amen , amen , amen .
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Sons from the manger go and spread the news that I am with the kingdom of the heavens in you and with you . Go and preach the word of God , which reigns on you , into the middle of
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