GOD'S BLUE BOOK - Shepherds of Christ Ministries

90 God’s Blue Book
ple’s minds. The hatred, the anger, the sex signs, contemplating evil
deeds, sneering and envy of your brothers—ugliness! The eyes are
the windows of the soul. What you look at you reflect on your soul.
If your eyes look at evil things, your soul is dirty. If you look on others
with hatred and anger and getting even, on dirty pictures, sinful
stories, bad TV and movies, what you, through your will, take in
with the beautiful eyes created by God, sparkling and full of light,
reflects in your soul.
Keep your eyes light and sparkling, full of love. Relax the area
around your eyes so you are not looking hard and anxiously at your
brothers. Let your eyes reflect My light in your soul.
My eyes were stained with the blood that poured down My head.
My vision was blurred with blood and My eyes were matted with
dryness. Blood came from My mouth from the blows to My head
and blood came from My nose from the hitting on My head. I was
beaten on My head with the crown of thorns. I was spat at in My
face. Oh, such ugliness in men’s hearts! It was their minds that
thought such ugly thoughts and why I suffered such brutality to My
head. It is paradoxical I suffered for that which they did.
Think of men cutting off women’s and children’s heads in
Bosnia! Such hatred the devil engineers in their hearts! I suffered
so many wounds to My precious, tender head. The blood I shed
from My head is the blood that washes the men caught in sin from
sins of the head.
Ugliness, hatred, sins committed with the mouth, the eyes, the
ears! I suffered for these sins with My crown, a crown that would
allow many to enter My Kingdom if they repented for their sins. I
did this willingly for love of you. I saw beforehand every wound I
would receive and I chose and accepted everything that was done
to Me out of love of you. I love you this much!
They beat My body, My beautiful body, God-made-man. They
tied Me to a pole and they beat Me. There were more than one beating
Me. They took turns. I was the victim. They in their hate and
anger lashed at Me, My beautiful body, tore My flesh over and over.
They laughed and taunted Me. They were so happy to be so guileful.
Oh, the laugh of the great deceiver! Like a thief in the night, he
steals your hearts and you wonder why so hard. Where did their
gentleness go? The great deceiver who laughs at hurting others.
It is the devil operating from the hearts of man! The heart is no
longer kind and gentle, but merciless and debased in behavior. Oh,
the great deceiver! To beat God-made-man and to laugh at his own
ill deeds, to watch the blood of Jesus fly in the air and to laugh. It is
by this blood that they and all others who abuse others and laugh