11th March 2018

Visit to home of Holy Family in Nazareth

 

One day, while I was reciting the Holy Rosary, blessed Mother appeared to me, with a holy angel accompanying her.

 

She said, “Today, you receive the grace to be taken to our home in Nazareth, where we used to live while we were on earth.”

 

Suddenly, we found ourselves in a little house in Nazareth. The house was very small, bright, with a kitchen and small living area. From the kitchen it led directly to a bedroom.

 

I did not notice our Lord Jesus straight away because I stood there observing Blessed Mother and waiting for her instructions. Right away, Blessed Mother started to get busy. I saw her get a bowl and pour water into it and place it on the stove. The stove was made of what looked like stone or clay with a fire burning beneath.

 

I saw a neighbour come by to say hello to Blessed Mother. She was talking to her while Blessed Mother was busy in the kitchen. The neighbour was a lady dressed in a long tunic with a scarf covering her head. There were printed flowers on the edges of the scarf. She looked nice. After a short while the neighbour left.

 

Blessed Mother then took the liquid from the stove and poured it into a pewter mug. The liquid was a deep green colour, which looked like an herbal tea. She then turned around, smiled and came towards me, carrying the herbal drink. I smiled and turned around to follow her. I followed her through to the adjacent room which was the bedroom. There was no door, just a wide opening.

 

As I stood at the foot of the bed I suddenly noticed our Lord Jesus in bed. Overjoyed, I immediately fell to my knees, bowing my head, and making the Sign of the Cross. I said, “Glory to You, my Lord Jesus Christ.”

 

I asked, “Lord, are you sick?”

 

He replied, “Yes, even the Son of Man gets sick.”

 

At the same time I observed Blessed Mother who moved to the side of the bed and placed the herbal drink on a wooden stand next to our Lord. She then turned towards our Lord and gently pulled up the quilt to cover Him right up to His Neck.

 

Our Lord then said, “Come closer My child!”

 

Obeying Him, I stood up and moved to the side of the bed, opposite to where our Blessed Mother was standing. As I stood there, our Lord then lifted Himself up and sat up in bed and reached for the cup and slowly sipped the herbal mixture made by His Mother.

 

He said, “See, My child, what My mother just made for Me and brought to Me, this is an antibiotic!”

 

I exclaimed, “What! Antibiotic in your time my Lord! Antibiotics were invented not long ago, not in your time?”

 

Jesus laughed and then said, “My child, antibiotics existed since the creation of the world, only they were made from a different substance. It was a natural substance. But the antibiotics that you have now, they are not natural. They are made from synthetics, which is not the same.”

 

He continued, “What I want to tell you is that when people ask you to pray for them, when they are sick, they need both the doctor and prayer. The medication and the prayers work together.” Pointing up to Heaven, He continued, “And then Grace comes, and the healing proceeds.”

 

The bed in which our Lord was lying was very simple. The bed posts were very thick and square in shape. The quilt cover was made up of many small pieces of fabric sewn together. Each one was different with tiny prints of flowers, little yellow flowers, little blue flowers, and little white flowers. All were very tiny and delicate.

 

The top sheet was embroidered with little pink flowers, and little green leaves on the stems. I could see how the sides of the sheet, hanging over the bed, were already very well worn. In my heart I understood that they had only the one bedding which was washed and re-used.

 

I looked for St Joseph but he was not there. I felt St Joseph had already died.

 

Thank you Blessed Mother and Lord Jesus for the Grace that you revealed to us so that we can learn to live humbly, just like you lived on earth.

 

 

 

 

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