Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Jesus

By Alexis Wittman

He who was LIFE itself
Had to agree to die
To be the opposite of itself
The white and the black
The loss, and leaving
The willingness to be human
Not towering over all
As the bright and shining light
But to be shadow
Wisp
Memory
To brave it all
In doing so
In God’s will
Only
Only
Only
The cup so bitter
The loss so eternal
The leaving body behind
Willing to ascend or descend
To retrieve every lost soul
Every sheep to his shoulder

So his tears at Lazarus’ tomb
So the tears at Gethsemane
So the tears for all humanity
So for himself as well.
Leaving mother + brother + Mary
Joanna behind
Behind Him
As he faced God
His royal father
His governing mother
Leaving the world
Loving
From the cross
Explaing our own pain away
By his own experience
Our own
Our loss -- his
Our grief -- his
Our pain -- his
Our life -- his
Our union --- one
At last.



01 February, 2019
Charlevoix

A Prayer For This Week (June 17 - 23)

By Prayerful Living


Your tabernacle, God, is a place of understanding.
The sanctuary in which You dwell is a state of mind where
I sacrifice my sense of self on the altar of Spirit.
I know that You, God, are the sole creator of the universe.
I work to discern the invisible things of Your creation.
I have faith in you, Spirit. Yours is the only true substance.
Understanding your omnipotence, I am not afraid.
Awaken and uplift my consciousness, God.
Help me to not accept the outward appearance of things,
resolving things into thoughts.
With You, I rise above physical theories knowing that You, Spirit,
are reflected in the true, spiritual things of Mind, Life, Truth and Love.
Through Your healing Christ, I relinquish the material
revealing Your new heaven and new earth now.
Thank you, divine Spirit.
And so it is, Amen.

Monday, June 10, 2019

A Prayer For This Week (June 10 - 16, 2019)

By Prayerful Living


Dear Father-Mother God, consciously I reside in You.
Like a shepherd, You keep me from harm, and guide me.
You are my refuge, my hiding place when trouble comes.
Omnipotent God, divine Life, You fill all space.
Your love surrounds me, I feel so safe in Your embrace.
No storm do I fear, for I know You, God, are right here.
And Your angels too, present in my consciousness,
Your messengers of comfort and goodness, illuminate my path.
I am not afraid, for I know You, God, lovingly govern all that is real.
Evil is not part of Your reality and cannot be part of mine.
Gratefully I know that I abide in Your truth, divine Love.
And so it is, Amen.

Tuesday, June 4, 2019

A Prayer For This Week (June 3 - 9, 2019)

By Prayerful Living


You are God alone, You are great and do wonderful things.
God, divine Mind, I know You are the only creator, the only cause.
You have made me and give me purpose.
You give me meaning, worth and identity, the only effect I can reflect.
All substance, intelligence, wisdom belong to You, God.     
You are creative Principle. You sustain and govern me.
I see the truth of Your creation through Christ, the light of the world,
“the true idea voicing good.”
You, Spirit, are my pure and perfect source.
I am born again through the knowledge of Your spiritual truth.
Each day I witness Your beautiful creation, God.
I rejoice that I am subject to Your divine power as Your child.
And so it is, Amen.

Sunday, June 2, 2019

God the Only Cause and Creator

By Ken G. Cooper

Infinity is not about time.
It has no start or ending.
Our present good is the wondrous now
Of God and His reflecting!

One God is all that ever can be,
Eternal now His power,
And creation-glory mirrors forth
From man and rock and flower.

“I AM THAT I AM” includes naught else, -
The Father-Mother measure:
Right now is man’s dominion sure,
Right now I am God’s treasure.

“And God saw everything that he had made, and behold it was very good.” Genesis 1:31(to 1st .)
“And God said unto Moses I AM THAT I AM:” Exodus 3:14 (to :)

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Monday, May 27, 2019

A Prayer for This Week (May 27 - June 2, 2019)

By Prayerful Living


Thank You God for calling me out of darkness into Your marvelous light.
You God, fill all space — there is no room for error.
Like the walls of Jerusalem, You Father, keep me safe.
Like the city gates You let in the light, admitting only right ideas.
I dwell in the temple of Your consciousness, God, the holy of holies.
Here I worship You in spirit and in truth.
I am not deceived by false belief.
I am not mesmerized by materialism.
I am not influenced by the seeming cunningness of mortal mind.
I am not brought to confusion.
Like Your disciple Peter, I am on the rock of Truth,
united with my fellow believers in Christ.
Lord, I am renewed in the knowledge of Your perfect realm.
And so it is, Amen.

Thou Art the Christ

By Ken G. Cooper

[Matthew 16:13-18, Mark 8:27-29, John 6:68, 69]

It was another hot day. We were walking with Jesus, following wherever he went, never knowing where, but always following his instincts. I glanced behind us, Lake Huleh was still visible, up ahead the magnificent Mount Horeb took the skyline. We were all together, twelve disciples chosen to witness and share his mission, looking forward as ever to meeting people in the next village we would come to, telling them of the Kingdom of Heaven at hand. We were now seasoned travellers with this man Jesus. We had been across the whole of Galilee, visited Judea, Samaria, Phoenicia! - our physical horizons extended way beyond the expectations of our previous lives, but it was our spiritual horizons constantly changing and enlarging that really took hold.

We were spread out along the way. Jesus was talking with John, I was with Andrew, the others in little groups behind us. I glanced at Andrew and suddenly thought back to when we were casting a net into the Galilean lake. A voice had called out “Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men”. I’m still so amazed that we did! Years of fishing insufficient to counter the sheer presence of this man, his authority, a love that reached forth, a calling to our inner consciousness. He knew we would follow. And we did.

It’s been well over a year now. We seem to have been everywhere, witnessed so much, - from the first miracle of turning water in to wine in Cana, the healing of my wife’s mother, - yes, - still so fresh in memory, - no asking how she felt, what seemed to be wrong, but a deep compassion, the outstretched hand just lifting her up as though nothing was ever wrong, and she carried on as though nothing ever had been wrong! But all the healings were like that!! He never asked what was wrong, what the symptoms were like, what problems needed addressing. He never needed to. Never side-tracked by the lies or temptations of the devil. He was ever at one with God, and either by simple command or touch of hand the sick were healed, lame people suddenly found they could walk, deaf, blind or dumb, - it didn’t matter, they walked away hearing, seeing, speaking. Immediately! And this last week, he had fed yet another multitude. He had a knowledge of a law of good overriding any other law. He knew deep within himself what we were trying hard to understand. He was knowing and proving the power of God continually and so naturally. So here we were following him, wanting so much to understand, to share what he was so effortlessly doing.

And with that yearning to understand, I remembered being next to him as he gave his Sermon on the Mount, - all the blessings given, the surety of God’s love, - the need to pray daily to “Our Father”, and the recognition this was a mutual prayer, for we knew how hard and often he also prayed to God, and urged us to do the same, not just on the Sabbath, but all the time. His understanding of God was so special and alive.

He has stopped and turned around. As the others caught up, I looked at his face, realising just how much he meant to me. His love was unconditional, it embraced us all. He was unique, chosen by God, and I was humbled that he in turn had chosen me, - indeed all of us.

He looked at each of us. I was wondering what parable or wisdom he would now share, but it was a simple question:

“Whom do men say that I the Son of man am?”

The answers came at random, no one insisting on their answer, but sharing what was being said and shared with us as we went along, - confusion with John the Baptist was common, but all the old prophets were mentioned, - Elias, Jeremias, - anyone one of several. But he wanted to dig deeper, and I waited for the next question. It came!

“But whom say ye that I am?”

Had he been reading my thoughts, - knowing it was just that question that I had been asking myself a moment or two ago? – searching that special standing he had with God? Was I prepared to state out loud what I had deep down come to conclude, and here he was drawing out from me the fundamental fact of his mission, the very reason that we knew why he was not just another prophet. My words in response were as if by inspiration, - a fulfilment of what I had been thinking, the realisation of a wonderful truth:

“Thou art the Christ, the Son of the Living God”

His response was immediate, and I felt he had a joy in his answer, as if I had taken a step, nay a stride, forward, as one he knew I was able to take, and he had been waiting for the moment:

“Blessed art thou, Simon Barjona: for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee, but my Father which is in heaven.”

I felt a unity with him, the recognition of God as our Father, a common purpose. As he listened to God, so too must I. The Christ is God’s message to man, and Jesus personified it, the Son of the Living God.

He carried on:

“And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.”

Not Simon but Peter, a new calling, a confirmation that I had moved on and must move on further, not based on any personality but on the qualities that God had given me, the foundation of rock and steadfastness, the statement that upon that rock his church was to be built! I suddenly understood so much more of the full nature of the Christ, lifting us out of human ability into God’s purpose and provision, fully protected even against the very gates of hell! I didn’t feel alone but even more blessed.

Jesus spake on, looking at me with all the power and authority of the Christ:

“And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.”

His words went through my very being. I felt the presence of the kingdom of heaven, its holy outreach and invincibility, my part in sharing heaven on earth. The immense role of Jesus, and my role in support and love of him now so clear. He told us not to tell anyone he was Christ and I felt the wisdom of protecting the truth until the time was right.

We continued our journey. My thoughts were alive, I felt again the presence of the kingdom of heaven at hand, the power of the Christ within me.

He has made my mission clear, and as we walked on I looked again at Hebron, saw that mighty mountain of rock, and rejoiced in my heart. The need to be a spiritual rock, my calling that Jesus had now inspired, was so much mightier than even Hebron, and unlike Hebron, this rock could never be eroded. I had glimpsed the omnipotence of God. I was walking at one with the Christ.

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