Questions & Answers

O fathering God of righteousness, Known through the Christ, Your Son, Unfold in us the consciousness Wherein Your will is done: When that will steers a nation's might Past prejudice and fears And wakens men's hearts to the right— Christ in the world appears. O mothering God, this day we seek One great Love to adore, The Love that sweetens peoples' thought On every land and shore; Your male-female is genderless— Whose sinless grace endures, Whose strength flows through our tenderness, Whose motives all are Yours.

Who needs it? Accolades, praise, fodder for pride— personal sense designed to hide the fact that God is All. And man is, and has, and does as God's reflection.

Helpless no longer, but model for all— ("I was blind, now I see"). Active, fearless, obedient, grateful, avowing the Christ quite openly.

you had it all worked out .

In a dream that seemed so real, I heard my child calling to me to save him. Frantic and with all my strength I rushed to the scene, finding him already beyond my reach.

Here is love, in every heart Imparting man's real parenthood. Here no tears or weary fear, Father-Mother God is good! Father, here I lay my heart, Hardened knot of ache and woe.

Am I ready when the felon, addict, debauchee— ensnared by sensual lure— ask for aid? Am I too awed by sin to bring the Christly cure to mankind's fringe? Is the Christ only for the not-too-bad? No! The Master would see true identity, unmask evil, redirect desire, reform, restore. And so should I likewise prove unreal depravity and its penalty— help reinstate in all man's native purity.

should be like walking into a manger, not a hall of judgment— a place so shorn of self-righteousness, so free of all reproach, that the hungering heart will feel no shame, no awkward fear, no insecurity. Sitting in a church should be like sitting in a field of sunlight— comfortable and warm— while Love's sweet air is bearing fragrances of Christ's simplicity.

I'm never hostage in the hands of dreams. I live in dreamless Truth, reality.

And a certain man lame from his mother's womb was carried, whom they laid daily at the gate of the temple which is called Beautiful, to ask alms of them that entered into the temple; who seeing Peter and John about to go into the temple asked an alms. (Acts 3:2, 3) Acting out a misconception (fettered by womb-tomb theory) of birthright, with his sense of substance apparently locked in a to-beg-to-bed routine, limitation was the verdict— birthright: crippled capacity/aborted career substance: contorted limbs/chancy income.