Diane to God:
Dear God, I have been remembering what You said about the difference between me and Jesus, that he believed He was worthy to be Your son. How did he get to the point of knowing his worthiness? Was suffering part of his path? How do we stop believing that suffering is part of our path?
God to Diane:
Believe something else, beloved Diane.
Jesus, like everyone, had choices to make. He chose Me. As someone who carries a lamp in a cave, he chose Me. He chose My light over the darkness. At any moment, he could have dropped the lamp, theoretically, but, of course, in actuality, he could not.
He chose grandness over littleness. Time and time again, until he could not discern littleness.
He was so close to Me that, although he had choice, he could not veer from Me. He lived what he said: What profiteth a man if he gain the whole world and hath not love [God]?
Jesus became so close to Me, so merged with Me, that when he referred to himself, he meant Me. He wanted what I wanted. His heart became My heart. My wisdom, his. My faith, My love, My discernment, all became his. He, like you, is always Mine, and he let Me become his.
When he knew My worth, how could he not know his own?
At the same time as Jesus had choices, his princeship was not an accident. He chose and was chosen to proclaim Me to the world which needed Me. I chose well. I choose well. I choose some to reveal Me in cooking, some in art, some in simple toil, some in Godwriting. Each stream has its own flow as well as Mine. And yet all are open to all. All streams experience all streams. All can do anything.
As more than one dimension flows in you, the same with Jesus. He was a boy who did boy things. He played. He made mistakes. He had fun. He was joyous and serious. Before he knew his intent, he was following it. He knew life was more than the clay he played in.
As Jesus was mortal, he was also divine.
I was his divinity. I am yours as well. I have given unto you My divinity. Mortal and divine are you. You are divinity in a human form. You are not separated from Me. You are not separate from Me. But you have this body that carries you around but which you also carry as a means of experience and which sometimes seems a weighty burden.
Suffering. The body can feel pain. No doubt. But the body is not real. It is light in a dense form, but it is light. That is the reality of the body. The physical form and its importance fade in the light of My Reality.
Jesus did not accept suffering. His compassion, like Mine, was so great that he did not see suffering. He saw My light in those who dreamed they suffered and who dared not dream of their own divinity until they saw My light in Jesus incarnate.
His faith in Me was so strong that others' eyes saw his divinity. Their suffering eyes could not make a mistake when they saw Jesus. They saw My light burning as an eternal flame.
Now, how then could Jesus have been persecuted? If My light in him was so bright, how come he was judged and sentenced and crucified?
What you call suffering does serve a purpose. In the depths of suffering, hearts call on Me. All else has left them. They may not believe in Me, but they believe in the maybe-ness of Me, and are heartened by that. One could say that if Jesus' oppressors had more suffering, perhaps they would have chosen to see his divinity, for often, when My children are on top of the world and have positions of power and wish to believe in their dominion over Mine, their seeing will be distorted. You all know distorted vision. Not one of you is a stranger to it.
Not all hearts are honest. Denial exists. Denial comes from the mind. The mind plays tricks. Innocence can be seen as guilt, guilt as innocence. How many times have you seen what you expected to see? How many times have you chosen the lesser road?
Do not accuse those who accused Christ, for then you wear their hat. Jesus did not accuse. He simply was.
Jesus followed his heart that led him to Me. He was not a social worker. He did not get caught in the suffering and keep My children there in it. He imparted his vision which was Mine, and suffering children stopped suffering. The blind could see. The lame could walk. He did not keep people where they were or thought they were or where everybody thought they were. He saw truth.
When Jesus' own body was being destroyed, as it neared its death, his attention was no more on his body than it had been in the zenith of his life. His attention was where it always was, and you know where that is.
You tend to think of attention as a focus of the mind. Jesus' attention was of the heart.
Can I, your God, suffer? I cannot. I bring you to My light. I comprehend your suffering as you comprehend the weeping of a child who has a broken toy. I cannot bow to it. I cannot honor it. I spread My light. My light spreads. My love multiplies itself. Jesus' words and his life were Mine. They said, Be My love. Be My faith. Be not suffering.
Jesus' words were not his words. They were Mine. I spoke through him. He opened himself to this. What he did, you can do. He said it. He said you can do more. I say it. You can do as well. You can do even more if you choose. Choose yourself. I do not blaspheme. I speak truth, for I am the truth. Choose Me. Choose truth. Choose your divinity.