Sunday, 28 December 2025
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"What happened to your hands", she says, shocked and saddened. "Who did that to you."
"All of you here", the Lord answers tenderly, "And so many others."
"You can't just let yourself bleed like this. You could get a bad infection. I know first aid, here ", she says reaching for his wrist, " if someone has a rag handy and a first aid kit I could staunch the bleeding." And the blood is dripping onto the floor in front of her.
"Lan", says Jesus to the angel, "Be so kind please as to lift my shirt for me."
Not removing her hand from Lindstrom, Lan reaches with her free hand and lifts up the left side of Jesus' white shirt, to reveal a fresh looking wound, made by a Roman spear.
"Sarah, my daughter, my chosen servant, and my very stubborn girl", says Jesus, "be so kind please as to place your hand on the wound in my side."
The next thing that happens, is Sarah, prostrated on the floor before the young Jesus, trembling, and repeating and stammering over and over again, "My lord and my God, my lord and my God..."
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