Thursday, August 12, 2010, 03:41 PM CST
[My Inspiration]
My true Identity is so secure, so lofty, sinless, glorious and great, wholly beneficent and free from guilt, that Heaven looks to It to give it light It lights the world as well. It is the gift my Father gave to me; the one as well I give the world. There is no gift but This that can be either given or received. This is reality, and only This. This is illusion's end. It is the truth.
My Name, O Father, still is known to You I have forgotten it, and do not know where I am going, who I am, or what it is I do. Remind me, Father, now, for I am weary of the world I see. Reveal what You would have me see instead.
Sin is insanity. It is the means by which the mind is driven mad, and seeks to let illusions take the place of truth. And being mad, it sees illusions where truth should be, and where it really is. Sin gave the body eyes, for what is there the sinless would behold? What need have they of sights or sounds or touch? What would they hear or reach to grasp? What would they sense at all? To sense is not to know. And truth can be but filled with knowledge, and with nothing else.
The body is the instrument the mind made in its striving to deceive itself. Its purpose is to strive. Yet can the goal of striving change. And now the body serves a different aim for striving. What it seeks for now is chosen by the aim the mind has taken as replacement for the goal of self-deception. Truth can be its aim as well as lies. The senses then will seek instead for witnesses to what is true.
Sin is the home of all illusions, which but stand for things imagined, issuing from thoughts which are untrue. They are the “proof ” that what has no reality is real. Sin “proves” God’s Son is evil; timelessness must have an end; Eternal life must die. And God Himself has lost the Son He loves, with but corruption to complete Himself, His Will forever overcome by death, love slain by hate, and peace to be no more.
A madman’s dreams are frightening, and sin appears indeed to terrify. And yet what sin perceives is but a childish game. The Son of God may play he has become a body, prey to evil and to guilt, with but a little life that ends in death. But all the while his Father shines on him, and loves him with an everlasting Love which his pretenses cannot change at all.
How long, oh Son of God, will you maintain the game of sin? Shall we not pull away these sharp-edged children’s toys? How soon will you be ready to come home? Perhaps today? There is no sin. Creation is unchanged. Would you still hold return to Heaven back? How long, oh holy Son of God, how long?
God speaks to us. Shall we not speak to Him? He is not distant. He makes no attempt to hide from us. We try to hide from Him, and suffer from deception. He remains entirely accessible. He loves His Son. There is no certainty but this, yet this suffices. He will love His Son forever. When his mind remains asleep, He loves him still. And when his mind awakes, He loves him with a never-changing Love.
If you but knew the meaning of His Love hope and despair would be impossible, for hope would be forever satisfied; despair of any kind unthinkable. His grace His answer is to all despair, for in it lies remembrance of His Love. Would He not gladly give the means by which His Will is recognized? His grace is yours by your acknowledgment. And memory of Him awakens in the mind which asks the means of Him whereby its sleep is done.
Today we ask of God the gift He has most carefully preserved within our hearts, waiting to be acknowledged. This the gift by which God leans to us and lifts us up, taking salvation’s final step Himself. All steps but this we learn, instructed by His Voice. But finally He comes Himself and takes us in His Arms, and sweeps away the cobwebs of our sleep. His gift of grace is more than just an answer. It restores all memories the sleeping mind forgot; all certainty of what love’s meaning is.
God loves His Son. Request Him now to give the means by which this world will disappear, and vision first will come, with knowledge but an instant later. For in grace you see a light that covers all the world in love, and watch fear disappear from every face as hearts rise up and claim the light as theirs. What now remains that Heaven be delayed an instant longer? What remains undone when your forgiveness rests on everything?
It is a new and holy day today, for we receive what has been given us. Our faith lies in the Giver, not our own acceptance. We acknowledge our mistakes, but He to Whom all error is unknown is yet the One Who answers our mistakes by giving us the means to lay them down, and rise to Him in gratitude and love.
And He descends to meet us as we come to Him, for what He has prepared for us He gives and we receive. Such is His Will because He loves His Son. To Him we pray today, returning but the words He gave to us through His Own Voice, His Word, His Love:
“Your grace is given me. I claim it now. Father, I come to You. And You will come To me who asks. I am the Son You love.”
In the dim desolation of your Gethsemane. When all of your disciples still sleep. When your God is deaf to your cry to remove the cup. When your final desperate demand to know “why God has forsaken you” echoes across an empty Universe –
Then the time of your awakening is at hand.
You are constructing in your individual passion the drama of resurrection. Ah! But now with a difference. This time you’re the central character. This time at last you play the leading part. Fulfilling the law as you go, marking each milestone with your healing grace, you walk the seven miles from Bethlehem to Jerusalem and are met at the place of the skull.
You know the script well for you‘ve rehearsed every character. You’ve been the soldier that rolled the dice and the one with the spear that pierced. In one scene you’ve shouted “Hosanna, Hosanna” and called “Barabbas, save Barabbas” in the next. You’ve denied with Peter, connived as Judas, and doubted as Thomas. As a blind man you’ve seen, as a cripple you’ve walked. As a leper your sores have been healed. You’ve puzzled as Nicodemus, pretended as Pilate and as Lazarus come forth at His call.
And now getting closer, you’ve played the dear virgin and pondered His birth in your heart.
At last are you shorn of – in one terrible moment – the last vestige of armor from Truth. Now call out to God, now call out at last, the victorious shout of surrender…
Father, into Thy Hands I command my whole self. It is finished. It is finished forever.
Up up you arise from the tomb that is earth, impregnant with light of fulfillment. Now the veil of your temple is rent and the dazzling beauty of your sonship is revealed in full array. And now the most exciting glorious stupendous surprise there could ever be in all of time: You’re still you.
All that has happened is that you have awakened from your fearful dream of destruction and death. The earth is over, gone and never was. You’re home in the heaven you never left. And every loving thought you ever had while dreaming is with you still along with all your other eternal creations.
Saturday, January 9, 2010, 10:14 PM CST
[My Inspiration]
Do you remember the feeling of coming to the end of a long cold winter. It seems like only yesterday the ground was coverd in snow. But on this particular morning the sun is shining brightly through the window and as you look outside you smile as you see that overnight the grass has turned green and the garden has sprung to life. Daffodils everywhere!
That's just now I felt as I came into the Miracle Cafe this morning. My heart sang.. to find you all in here shining so brightly. A vision come true. Thank you all so much. It felt like an early spring..LOL!
I was reminded of this beautiful piece in a Course In Miracles:
The Thought of God surrounds your little kingdom, waiting at the barrier you built, to come in and shine upon the barren ground. See how life springs up everywhere! The desert becomes a garden, green and deep and quiet, offering rest to those who lost their way, and wander in the dust. Give them a place of refuge, prepared by love for them, where once a desert was. And every one you welcome will bring love with him, from Heaven for you. They enter one by one into this holy place, but they will not depart as they had come, alone.
The love they BROUGHT with them will STAY with them, as it will stay with YOU. And, under its beneficence, your little garden will expand, and reach out to everyone who thirsts for living water, but has grown too weary to go on alone. Go out and FIND them, for they bring your Self with them. And lead them gently to your quiet garden, and receive their blessing there. So will it grow, and stretch across the desert, leaving no lonely little kingdoms locked away from love, and leaving YOU outside. And you will RECOGNIZE yourself, and see your little garden gently transformed into the Kingdom of Heaven, with all the love of its Creator shining upon it.
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