The Word of God in Romania 1999.05.30 - The Word of God at the Feast of the R

1999.05.30
The Word of God 1 at the Feast of the Romanian Christianity (Pentecost), the third day 2
I am above the garden of My word with great heavenly glory. I am with Father. Amen. The
Holy Spirit in Father and in Me hovers over the saints and angels that came with My glory above
the manger of My word. The Holy Spirit in Father and in Me is being celebrated in Himself and
triples the work of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen, amen, amen.
I have come, watching sons. Come before Me. I give you a little crown of My worked
glory, for you were a path for My coming, and to be glorified with the glory of My word for three
days in a row. You are tired. My Father touches your foreheads and comforts your little cheeks
and gives light to your sight, for you have a great heart and watch with love for the coming down
of My word. Amen.
Father Sabaoth, here I am and those little of Mine and Yours! Comfort them, Father!
You are My Word and I am Your word. Father, comfort those who labor for Us. Amen, amen,
amen.
− Oh, you are tired, little children! My Son is consumed in you, and soon, soon, He
will be coming visibly, and He is consumed with longing for the day when He will pour out
His visible glory, a glory like Mine, over those who believe and over those that do not believe
that He comes. (See the selection topic: „The glory of the Lord”, r.n.)
Oh, My little chicks, I, Father Sabaoth, am in My Son. Who wants to be a child like you in
this age, let him be God’s little chick? For My Son is My chick and He always called out the loved
one; He called out the man saying: «Jerusalem, Jerusalem, how often would I have gathered you
into My bosom, even as a hen in time of storm, clacking, to gather her chickens under her wings
not to lose them and to be without her little chicks». Oh, little children that are tired of heavenly
but not of earthly labor, oh, little chicks, you are those from the last, the smallest, and that is why
Father calls you chicks. My Son labors for you to harvest the fruits, but behold, the harvesters have
no fruits and there is nothing gathered for My Son’s wedding table. I suffer pain for My Son,
because I broke Him from My bosom and I sent him after the man to bring him back to Me.
At the beginning of the man, I and My Son made a Paradise garden for the man. We did
not know what else We should do more for Him to remain Our joy. I and My Son were rejoicing
over the man, but the man, created by My Son according to Our advice, rejoiced over his body and
forgot about God, from Whom he had a body and a soul in his body. The first created man was
created perfectly by God and he did not know his infancy, although he had a Father, a Creator, and
a Master in him, for his soul was from God, and the man became conceited and went out from
Paradise. Then I said to My Son: “Go, Son, for the time is long since We have been looking to
see the man coming back on his own. Go and teach the man what sufferance is, and not
happiness. Go Son, for happiness makes the man forget Us. Go and come back to Me with
the man on Your shoulders, for he is Our work, and he is Our day, for I put My love into
Your hand with great love, when You took the dust into Your hand and made the body of
the man looking at You, dear Son. Then, I said to breathe Our breath upon him and You
entered as soul into the body that you made by Your own hand, for You listened to Me when
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God’s Word in „Holy Citadel New Jerusalem” monastery, Glodeni – Romania, redactor note.
Translated by I.A., r.n.
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