Questions & Answers
God, speaking to His beloved, says: Come unto Me where you belong and stay with Me. Look out from My infinitude of good, seeing good and only good, for I Am that I Am, the All and Only: beside Me there is none.
"Not mine," I hold— the claim of grief for those gone from our sight. Not mine, I peaceably persist— the will to justify actions misunderstood.
When I am safe in my bed with simulations of life seeming to dance in my head I awake only to find I must continue to awake from the simulations of life seeming to dance in matter awake to my perfect self reflecting Spirit, Life, Mind, Principle— untouched by the simulations. KARLA JAN WATTS.
What will it be— yes or no? Which way will this phase of my life go? ("Time no longer" means "Delay no longer. ") Man's perfection comes not with time— it is right now.
In the nighttime of a sorrow, In the depths of a despair, The light of God's tomorrow Is a glory everywhere. Though forward steps are stalling And weary hope seems spent, Soul sings—at Spirit's calling! And doubting thoughts repent.
One time I heard a robin sing; there was no sign of light. I thought, "I must be hearing things, it's the middle of the night!" I wondered at his attitude—he sang, though it was dark.
A testimony's like a paradox: Though short, concise, its truths are very great, Through helping others, helps the one who talks, Outside of time, but never out of date. Not personal with names and details gross, Still it is individual, sincere; Not rambling foolishly and not verbose, Yet it's complete and says the Christ is here.
What would happen if light could meet darkness? Would light regulate, handle, outshine it? Would there be protest, struggle (brief, prolonged)? No. Light does not see then unsee darkness, nor assimilate, control, outline it.
In quiet of prayer so active, yet still, we listen, then hear God empowering His will. Thomas C.
You, serpent, who call me nothing but a worm, as you did Job, will find I'm the man of Mind to whom God gave dominion sublime. O animal magnetism, I see you for what you are— nothing and no one! You're a zero without a rim on it, and not a noose around my neck! Jane Huelster Hanson.