SWEET JESUS
Sweet Jesus has come home.
Although there is no house for Him,
only a stable, never mind a permanent home,
and never mind a pompous sandcastle dome.
Fortunately, He was born in a stable,
and He and His parents did not yet
have to bear the mockery of a television
set with a cable.
But what He still has to bear and increasingly
is the corruption of His simple invitation to His
Holy Eucharistic table and the exclusion even
by those claiming to be God's and His family
of His own children and wife, Mary Magdala,
with whom He in every incarnation again shared
with the blessings of Jeja, El Shaddai, El Eljon, and Jehovah
His life, even if it had been cut short with by
the traitors through a weapon like a ritual knife to make their
eternal marriage look as a non-favourable fable
by the perpetrators and many a heretical crook.
But then, mankind is too busy to decide, what for the
ultimate funeral of the earth to wear instead of their own
cross in life in dignity and grace and in faith in God to bear.
And too busy in the last minute before His return
many an urn and their own sceletons in the cellar to hide.
As nobody wants Christ to have a bride, who does not
compromise His Holy Eucharist, and openly has surrendered
her own pride and challenges on His behalf the Anti-Christ.
That is obviously too much for even the closest family members,
of whom soon nobody even her name purposefully anymore
remembers, as that has always been the case because Mary Magdala
never joined for fame or for any kind of proud name the human
race, and did not mind being put to the grind, as she is anyway Jesus' one and only eternal
spouse, with whom He builds anyway in God's Infinite light's ray
on earth His heavenly house anonymously, and she was and is and always will be with or without the consent of some part of the holy family with her children Jacob and Zara-Zarai for eternity.
Like it or not, Elizabeth I. or II. or any other, who claims to be King David's descendant but Jesus is the only Son of God begot. You have done nothing to put things right, and Jesus will bring the wrong into a better place than outside of a golden cow race,
as the defender of faith that you claim to be needs to be in the apostolic succession without doubt, and Jesus will now His very own choice make without an unholy fight and His is not only in this matter the eternal authority and might and does not even need for His command to shout.
You might yourself consider part of the family, but to be or not to be of this capacity decides only God, and you have not exactly shone so far for Christ's spiritual church as His Infinite lightning rod and have only ever managed a staged smoke and mirror at most half-hearted nod. And if you were a man, I would call you a right sod. But then, I just cannot swear, and rather my cross in utmost obedience to God and humility I do bear.
It is up to thee now, past and present and future, whether or not you the one holy Catholic and apostolic church into its healing or demise tear. But don' t think that if you choose to betray your last choice and use against Christ Jesus your voice that anybody in heaven will on earth you any longer fear.
As God and Jesus and me did because of thee already endlessly shed a tear.
And you can stuff your ravens, swans and bear in your coat of arms,
as you are on the spot to be polyglott in the Anglican church the cause
of utmost betrayal, and strayal from God and the cause of much harms.
And it does not help that either of you Elizabeths with silence the devil
charms, as that is, what it looks like to the heavenly host, as if you try to fool even the Holy Ghost. But that time is over, as the war of powers and principalities is even raging as always also in Dover, and in many a Chevy or Range Rover, and more and more apparent no longer to just a preferable minority but to most.
And I bring out now to God and Jesus my only toast: Christus Rex - to Him be glory and empire forever and ever. AMEN
Anno Domini 30th December MMIX