Questions & Answers
Short in stature but long on pluck, Zacchaeus Scurried on ahead and scampered up a sycamore To see the Master. Reading this I asked, "Am I as eagerly Seeking a better view of Christ?" This trumpeted an angel call for action, so with Singleness of purpose prayerfully renewed, I cast aside the stumbling block of apathy And pruned away those unsubstantial creepers— Self-righteousness and false attraction.
Am I an unwilling raindrop All comfy in my cloud, While parched earth waits And growth abates And buddings call aloud, For light and love And rain to help Unfolding leaf and flower, Refreshing growth and mankind too With food for growing power? No! I'm a willing raindrop No longer tied to bed For that last tempting hour of sleep. I'll help my world be fed With light and love And substance fresh Wherever thought is led.
How they must have loved their friend to lift him to a housetop. All other means to get him through the crowds had failed.
Sometimes the pace of life can seem to swirl us headlong into a whirlpool of conflicting feelings. The clangor, stress, confusion, that beset us may relentlessly suggest that we are separated from the unfailing source of peace.
Be still and know— know what? Know God as Love. The fire and the glory shone on those who knew Love is forever.
Take off your shoes! Release the eager feet that long to stand on holy ground. Behold, it's here! The bush beside your path burns bright with revelation, is not consumed.
Now, it is closer to morning than midnight. Now, healing comes in the quiet of dawn.
You have stood the test. Where others might cave in you pick up the pieces.
Dear Father-Mother, open my eyes to see that the love with which You fill my heart is practical and untiring. In Your ever-present gentleness and upholding approval, wash away obstructing what/will/they/think/of/me fears, to let my thought-window be clean for Your warmth to shine through.
A voice echoed from a godless land, you know the place. Where even relentless matter makes no sign of being, where all is nothing and cries cannot stir it, they tear only against themselves.