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Who is Jesus to me?

Jesus is the Word made Flesh. 
Jesus is the Bread of Life.
 Jesus is the Victim offered for our sins on the Cross.
 Jesus is the Sacrifice offered at the Holy Mass for the sins of the world and mine.
 Jesus is the Word to be spoken.
 Jesus is the Truth to be told. 
Jesus is the Way to be walked.

Jesus is the Light to be lit. 
Jesus is the Life to be lived.
 Jesus is the Love to be loved.
 Jesus is the Joy to be shared.
 Jesus is the Sacrifice to be offered.
 Jesus is the Peace to be given.
 Jesus is the Bread of Life to be eaten. 
Jesus is the Hungry to be fed.
 Jesus is the Thirsty to be satiated. 
Jesus is the Naked to be clothed.
 Jesus is the Homeless to be taken in.
 Jesus is the Sick to be healed.

Jesus is the Lonely to be loved.
 Jesus is the Unwanted to be unwanted.
 Jesus is the Leper to wash his wounds. 
Jesus is the Beggar to give him a smile. 
Jesus is the Drunkard to listen to him.
 Jesus is the Retarded to protect him.
 Jesus is the Little One to embrace him.
 Jesus is the Blind to lead him.
 Jesus is the Dumb to speak for him. 
Jesus is the Crippled to walk with him. 
Jesus is the Drug Addict to befriend him. 
Jesus is the Prostitute to remove from danger and befriend.
 Jesus is the Prisoner to be visited.
 Jesus is the Old to be served. Jesus is my God.
 Jesus is my Spouse.
 Jesus is my Life.
 Jesus is my only Love. 
Jesus is my All in All.
 Jesus is my Everything.

Jesus, I love with my whole heart, with my whole being. I have given Him all, even my sins, and He has espoused me to Himself in tenderness and love.
 Now and for life I am the spouse of my Crucified Spouse. 
Amen.

By: Blessed Mother Teresa (Meditations in a hospital in Rome, 1983)

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I’m usually a laid back person. I love to read. I’m a history nerd. If I could go back in time and meet just one person it would probably be Pope John Paul II. I’m married to my best friend. Fall is my favorite season. The Giant Panda is my favorite animal. I love it when you go somewhere, see something, or even eat something and it bring back memories from your past. I love the smell of rain. Oh, and by the way, I’m Leila (lie-luh).

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