A Step Beyond Faith Part 1
Standing at the cross
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Look at the cross with Jesus on it. Now close your eyes and imagine you are standing at his feet and He is looking down at you. Gaze into his eyes so full of pain. Then He speaks to you and only you. Why do you do this to me? I came to show you that I love you. Do you not think I could destroy the very one that does this to me? I can, for I am God. But I choose to remain just to show you that I love you. I do this so you will be saved. But why do you make me stay here hanging on this cross? The nails thru my hands and feet hurt with each breath. Yet you keep me on this cross, why? Some have taken me down from this cross and I dwell in their temple. Oh yes the scars I still carry. I carry them so they can still see I suffered for them and let them see the scars they gave me. Then you ask Jesus, how do I keep you on the cross? He looks down at you with love. Don't you know that every time you tell a lie you drive a nail in my hand. Every time you commit an adulterous act you drive a nail thru my feet. Every time you bear false witness against your neighbor, you pierce my side. You do these things to me every day. Yet I stay here hanging on this cross my heart aching with the love I have for you. My love can not be measured. Is it so hard to understand that all I want is for you to love me and devote yourself to me? I ask for you to take me down from this cross and let me dwell in your temple.
Still standing next to the cross you see a lady in blue:
The Message
Saying to my son must you pray
My time with you will soon end. I come to tell you, your hearts must bend. The day will come when you will see, but when you see, too late it will be. Trust with your hearts and not with your eyes. Open yourself to my son, as he to you tries. Fast and pray and pray and fast. Turn your heart from the now to the past. There was a time when my son was the most high in your life. But now you turn to all this worldly strife. My son offers love and peace. He wants his children at that final feast. Turn now before it’s too late. A lonely mother and her forgiving son are standing at the gate.
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About the Author
My name is Robert LaFleur, I am 60 years old. I became a Catholic in 1986. By that statement you can conclude that I am not a “cradle Catholic”. I was raised in a oneness faith. Some of you know them as Pentecostals. In 1986, I became a Catholic. However at that time, I will admit now, it was not due to the fact I had a revelation about the Catholic faith. My reasoning at that time was because that’s what my new wife wanted. I went to Mass with her for a while but my heart wasn't in it. I was not ready for the commitment required to come to God. So I went many years following, that I never set foot in a church and did my best to not even think about God.
In 2014 a life changing event happened in my life. I lost a son in March of that year. After that (not immediately) is when my true conversion took place. My full conversion story is a story in itself which will be told at a later time.
I am not a professional writer. I write what God puts on my heart to write. I have a blog site if you wish to read some of my writing.
