Questions & Answers

Before I leave I know Mind has circumference and center of my way already marked and blessed. Although the map shows here is far from there (and who can dream what detours there may be?) Love has set forth its presence everywhere.

As You tell me, Father, even so I'll tell— though mute as I am before such unfathomed love still overhung with reverence and so fenced with silence I demur to speak— but as You tell me, Father, I will turn to tell and lift the gate on the swell of pasture where You've tethered me at last, proclaiming, even as You loose me how the sweet yoke of Your love impels me on. I'll speak of that.

O Father, things looked so dark just a few short weeks ago. Illness, discouragement, lack; and although I knew You were there— somewhere— I couldn't find peace.

Nathanael first resisted, then complied, then believed. What would have happened if Philip had said: "Oh, well, go your way," when his first approach was ill-received? "Can there any good thing come out of Nazareth?" would be a thought needing a wise reply.

clusters of angels lead waking morning thought to heights of awareness filled with Christly light no nighttime dream nor imagination's stretch could begin to capture one pure moment of Spirit's consciousness and sweetest revelation on this revelatory flight— our right to claim this: Spirit's summit, our natural home our abiding place no quantum jump nor fall from grace for God's true man Richard Howard.

Because nowhere is there darkened night that cannot be transformed by light, and none can stop the rising sun, the healing has to come. Because evil must renounce its claim, give up its place, retract its name, and Christ must reign in everyone, the healing has begun.

I walk in this flock where You lead, Lord. You know the land and how to get to the cold waters that slake my thirst, the deep meadows that give me rest.

I have, like Jacob, struggled—been released from a false concept of my brother man. I have, like Moses, faced a Red Sea of problems that parted at God's command.

is glimpsed with the slow melt or sudden shatter of the mechanism of mortal will. Then finally, the " I'm doing it" is hosed thoroughly away showing brightly, cleanly, "I can of mine own self do nothing"! Then we start doing! Brett L.

there's just one door which he must watch. it's wide enough-        -but not too.