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"Not my will, but Thine, O Lord, be done" seemed at one time an impossible prayer. I loved my will! To me it seemed no sin to act upon it quickly, and defer obedience to God's will till later on when life was less exciting, when the fire of human will was less intense—the charm of human ways less likely to beguile.
To love you Is to know something of eternity. For this love is steadfast And enduring.
Yearning to live beyond earth's limitations in Spirit's limitless reality, I let my thoughts soar rocket-like through cosmic arcs. Mentally I vault space-time, neutralize gravity (eyes alight), Envision Love's gathering power in spiritual galaxies alive with forms.
Which shall I choose to use? The choice is mine. I can decline to stumble, even when rubble of trouble seems to place an adamant, stubborn stone before my face.
Like one who journeys far, so you have gone, not to return to rend the veil that seems to separate the two of us. Grieving thoughts tempt my joy with loss and loneliness.
All is quiet in Gethsemane this evening, except the knot of men gathering in a dark corner of the olive garden. Even Peter is napping, unable to face the warning of pending events.
Dear Father, Today I discovered something: I am in the practice— the practice of bearing witness to Your allness. The practice of prayers, which acknowledge with great gratitude all that You bestow on Your idea, man.
Your Wednesday testimony meetings—you say they aren't well attended? The same ones testify all the time, while others sit and never say a word—week after week? Be grateful for each one's presence! Cherish it. Love it.
What if I fling free from crumbling ledge of mortality? What if I lift off into space, filled with Soul's embrace? What if I soar above the floor of earthling fear? Old world-weights shed by Love's wingspread guiding, I'm gliding to lasting landing: I'm standing sound, on holy ground .
This is Your Word, dear God—not mine; I am but letting Your light shine. Your Word that never returns to You void— by this Word I am held, supported, buoyed.