Questions & Answers
When I awake I lie there, still, Until I have Declared His will. So when I rise To meet the day I'm more inclined To go His way.
Innkeeper, chide not yourself nor spend time in remorse because you did not recognize that holy family at your door. The manger, in line with God's plan, was a fitting place for the babe to be born— he who was to heal on rooftop, shoreline, and in humble home.
Look first, in peace, within the secret place— that lowly stillness of the heart that tells wordlessly of shepherd-listening grace— and greet the Most High. Baubles, bells, beribboned gifts or decorated trees— if you have none of these, are you deprived of Christmas joy and cheer? Then seek again its depth, all the year, every season, seek the hidden scent of buds—the undeveloped thoughts.
I Healing is undistracted oneness with God, Truth, Love, Soul; undistracted oneness with the Mind that knows us whole— serenely, perfectly, radiantly whole, every whit one with Soul. Healing is complete agreement with God's seeing creation being "very good.
Reaching out to our community — to the strangers the minority groups the outsiders— reaching out from our church offering love, let us remember no one is really outside— outside Church outside the kingdom outside God. Since we all live in Him there is no outside.
Accept, accept your true identity. Admit its present radiance—its right to coexistence with the only light, the central sun of Love.
"This kind goeth not out but by prayer and fasting. " Prayer and fasting— That's what Jesus told them when they couldn't cast the devil out.
Is this an instrument to soothe the congregation with timid tremolo and shimmering pianissimo— an instrument to encourage passivity with pleasant but commonplace compositions? Surely this is an instrument designed for great music with its orchestra of voices— an instrument to proclaim God's majesty in sonorous tones. Can we be lethargic when it stirs us to glory— when its multicolored stops now dulcet, now piercing, hint the infinite variety of the music of those morning stars which sang together in the beginning? Can we nestle back in smugness? Are we not rather roused to gratitude and praise? Oh, let the organ's flute-tones soft-pearled reveal the purity of the Word.
It's out there someplace waiting for me— I must go now and find it. Is this the one? So tall, so good to look upon? It's true—I do have my ideals and inner rules.
O these Goliaths! swaggering and bragging as they issue from their fastness. The insolence of them! The hullabaloo created! With all that brassy dazzle on the air— of breastplate, helmet, and drawn sword brandished to defy high heaven—cowing even the hardiest of hosts: even kings and priests above the valley of Elah.