Wednesday, September 6, 2017

HE LEAPED AND WALKED! (ACTS 14:8-10)

by Ken G. Cooper


A cripple from birth that's all I am
A poor example of what is man.
I 've never walked, not ever been whole,
To get to know God my constant goal.
How is it dear friend when life is so scarred
That seeking the good just seems very hard?

I'm sat where I sit most of the time
My search for God a mountain to climb.
A crowd develops, - what's going on?
A man is speaking, to his words they are drawn.
I hear him now, his love reaches out
He speaks of God with no sense of doubt!

I listen with awe, his words so true,
My heart is ablaze with knowledge new!
He looks at me, his look is divine,
His oneness with God now also mine.
With clarity pure  our thoughts both meet.
His voice is loud: "Stand up on thy feet".

I hear his command as if Truth now revealed
Is saying quite simply, dear man you are healed!
All thoughts of the past are entirely gone,
I recognise now that I too am God's son!
I leap high in the air, for I have been healed!
I just heard the Truth. I just had to yield!

INSTANTLY REBUT MENTAL AGGRESSION (IRMA)

by D. Michael Day


Have you been doing “protective work” about hurricane IRMA? I’ve been hearing lots of people say we should be praying about it, to handle this error before gets “here”. Here is the fallacy.  We cannot start from the premise that the error is over there and coming here, getting bigger, changing direction or is days away. Such a belief legitimizes error and makes it real in another place and time. Are we dealing with a belief or the error itself? That’s a trick question because Mrs. Eddy points out, “The history of error is a dream-narrative. The dream has no reality, no intelligence, no mind; therefore the dreamer and dream are one, for neither is true nor real.” (530). Therefore the dream of error “there or then”, is a belief in the error “here and now”.

We must understand that we are dealing with aggressive mental suggestion and one of the duties of a Christian Scientist is found in the Manual “Alertness to Duty. SECT. 6. It shall be the duty of every member of this Church to defend himself daily against aggressive mental suggestion”.

Where is this mental suggestion that we must deal with daily? It is not over there, it is not days away, it is here and now. It is in our thinking as a false suggestion to material consciousness (mortal mind). Recognizing this, we can remember the Sermon on the Mount and Christ Jesus instructing us, “Agree with thine adversary quickly, whiles thou art in the way with him”. (Matt 5:25). In other words, “Wake up from the dream!”

Suddenly I recognized the urgency of this call to action and coined the acronym IRMA to mean Instantly Rebut Mental Aggression. This is not preventative medicine, or redirecting error someplace else where it can do no damage. It’s exactly the same as handling the mental suggestion of disease symptoms. Mrs. Eddy expands on Jesus words, “When the first symptoms of disease (hurricane, air-er/error) appear, dispute the testimony of the material senses with divine Science. Let your higher sense of justice destroy the false process (progress) of mortal opinions which you name law, and then you will not be confined to a sick-room nor laid upon a bed of suffering in payment of the last farthing, the last penalty demanded by error. "Agree with thine adversary quickly, whiles thou art in the way with him." Suffer no claim of sin or of sickness to grow upon the thought. Dismiss it with an abiding conviction that it is illegitimate, because you know that God is no more the author of sickness than He is of sin. You have no law of His to support the necessity either of sin or sickness, but you have divine authority for denying that necessity and healing the sick.” (390:12).

That certainly is taking a radical stand to IRMA, Instantly Rebut any Mental Suggestion. Do it here and now, understanding the permanency and ever presence of peace, joy and divine Power. Does the mental suggestion come to us in the form of a past memory that has been with us for years leaving scars and regrets; something immediately imminent, such as an accident confronting us with fear, doubts and anguish; or something looming in the distance with foreboding, like an impending storm? We can confidently rely on omnipresence, omnipotence God to reverse this suggestion in our consciousness, restore and resolve any remnants of error   and maintain the truth and permanence of our harmonious experience. We can negate the claims and forecasts on television as readily as any material evidence on the body. Nothing can penetrate the panoply of love in which we dwell, nothing can displace God with higher or lower barometric pressure, water temperature or prevailing winds. Right this instant, right where we are, no matter where that is, God is already in control here, there, everywhere and every time. There is no waiting involved, no approaching error, nothing can invade the time and space within His universe. There can be no vacuums or pressures within our being either, no encroachment upon our home and family and nothing to disturb our peace as we are dwelling in the secret place of the most high, under the shadow of the Almighty, and in our rightful home which is established and always protected by its provider, our Father-Mother Love.

GOD IS THE SEAT OF POWER. THAT IS, LOVE AND JOY ARE THE BEDROCK OF BEING

by Anthony Whitehouse CS

And yet mortal existence is continually asking us to allow our thought to dwell on error and dwelling on error we lose the sense of love and peace as being the seat of power.

We can afford to have only one sense of seat — the uninvaded stillness of Mind. As long as we allow thought to dwell on error we lose the correct sense of what that seat involves.

You KNOW that error does not have a seat at God's table !

"Thou shalt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee."
"Where shall the gaze rest but in the unsearchable realm of Mind."

Engineers know that pistons and valves do not work properly until they are well seated in the engine block. The same is true of the mechanisms of thought. Unless they find their seat in love, joy, serenity and harmony they malfunction.

Part of that seating is to never allow thought to dwell on error. Interesting word  Dwell
– origin Old English dwellan ‘lead astray, hinder, delay’ (in Middle English ‘tarry, remain in a place’), of Germanic origin; related to Middle Dutch dwellen ‘stun, perplex’ and Old Norse dvelja ‘delay, tarry, stay’.

Jesus always got himself set before he started work. He took on board the truth that love and ever present perfection were the only seat of power .

And seeing the multitudes, he went up into a mountain: and when he was set, his disciples came unto him:
Matt 5:1

Thursday, August 31, 2017

ABIGAIL: - A LOVE STORY (I Samuel 25)

by Ken G. Cooper


NABAL:
I am rich.
I have three thousand sheep, a thousand goats.
That sets me well apart from other people.
My money lets me buy and get myself out of any problems.
What I think and do is all that matters,
- and that includes anything concerning my wife, the beautiful Abigail.
She loves me, as is her due, and I deserve no less.

Abigail:
I love him for his good qualities.
And I love him because he is my husband.
Sometimes, nay, too often, he fulfils the attributes of his name.
But he needs my wisdom to counteract his foolishness.
I will be loyal to his goodness, the tenderness he occasionally shows.
But I shall have respect to my virtues
And seek to instil them in my man because I love him.

NABAL:
A band of ten young men have sought my presence.
As something to do, I deign see them, these servants of this David.
I have heard of him, but I shall nevertheless demean him in their eyes,
Make him out as nothing, a nobody, and them therefore as worthless knaves.
They seek to share my riches! Let them grovel with their empty request.
The custom of hospitality is for fools.
I shunt them away with my words.
One of my servants dares approach to speak on their behalf. I know his face but not his name. He is a slave, nothing more. I wave him away with a flick of my hand and snap my fingers for my wine cup to be filled.

The insult enrages David.
Four hundred men get themselves armed
Gath’ring their pace towards Nabal
For he and all his will be harmed.

Abigail:
One of our servants, Shammah, comes running to me, bows and begs my attention.
His words run through me like a sword. Oh Nabal! Nabal!
We are all in peril for our lives.
There is no time to lose.
I order a feast of supplies, done quickly, sent on before me.
There is no time or wisdom to tell Nabal. The servants leave. I follow.

An angry David leads his men
Their swords are drawn and blood-ready
But laden asses cross his path:
Abigail’s resolve holds steady.

Abigail:
Gifts from our best produce mellow his wrath.
I meet the proud David, falling at his feet, beseeching him.
I take upon me full responsibility for all that has made him angry,
Offering my life to spare the foolish life of Nabal.
I appeal to his reason, to his innate sense of justice and mercy.
I see in him what I would see in my own husband, despite my admission of his folly Nabal name.
An underlying strength of purpose born of love for both men flows out from my heart,
Gives me a power that seems divine and omnipresent.
It lends eloquence to my words, and a surety that he will respond truly.


Like melting mist his anger gone

Replaced as warmth of rising sun

He blesses me with generous word
And thanks me for a deed well done.

Abigail:
I return back to Nabal, - quite oblivious of what has passed, and find him feasting to glut.
He is beyond reason, senses dulled to nothingness in the excess of self-gratification.
I will tell him when he is sober what has come to pass, for it is right that he knows and understands.

And in the morning, when the sun’s rays lifted the dark, I told him everything.
As I spoke the light of Truth shone steadfastly through my words and the error of his ways touched me no more.
His heart turned to stone in the cold realization of all he had done,
And for ten long days I nursed him as one would a newborn babe.

NABAL:
..................................................................

Abigail:
Ten days of utter dependence, enforced humility, his wealth irrelevant, my love all.
On the tenth day I wiped a tear from his eye, and he passed from my company.
I knelt once again before God and He comforted me.

So Abigail was left alone.
Days followed, and the news soon spread:
It reached to David, now contrite,
That churlish Nabal, he was dead.

Abigail:
I prayed for my departed husband, and I also prayed for myself.
God rewarded my prayer, for this David sought me as his wife, not in conquest but in love.
I found a richness in living that surpassed the empty richness of wealth,
In humility I was led to grandeur, and gave all I had.

So in love was tender blessing,
No more held by what was wrong
Both were blessed by love’s new caring
In deep respect, their marriage strong.

So the evil that was deadly
Overcome by action fast.
Humble love a lovely lesson
For Love won and long did last.

SH 340:23-29
"One infinite God, good, unifies men and nations; constitutes the brotherhood of man; ends wars; fulfils the Scripture, “Love thy neighbor as thyself;” annihilates pagan and Christian idolatry, — whatever is wrong in social, civil, criminal, political, and religious codes; equalizes the sexes; annuls the curse on man, and leaves nothing that can sin, suffer, be punished or destroyed."

A Parent’s Revelation (see Mark 1:30-34)*

by Ken G. Cooper


I’ve heard a lot about this person Jesus.
Peter’s bringing him home tonight, - he’s talked about no one else ever since he met him.
I’ll never understand Peter. He’s so impetuous!
Jesus said “Follow me” – or something to that effect, - and Peter did exactly that!
Never said “Goodbye”.
Nothing Peter does surprises me….but he’s got a heart of gold and I love him.

I’ll see them both tonight.
I wonder what he’s like, this Jesus.
Peter thinks he’s really special, - but he only comes from Nazareth.
Apparently he was a carpenter, - so what can he teach a fisherman??
There have been crowds following his new friend, -
He’s been healing people of all kinds of diseases, - Peter can scarcely believe what he’s seen.
Keeps talking about him, about praying to “Our Father!”,  “Doing unto others what you’d have them do to you”
I hope he’s not being tricked by all this talk and seeming miracles. I’m not going to be.

My daughter has planned a special meal for Peter and his friends, - we won’t let Peter down.
She’ll need my help. But I don’t feel well…….need to lie down…
Can hardly move…
Must get to bed….
Don’t want to be a nuisance…

“Hello Peter….I’m so sorry
…… to be like this….
Hello Jesus…”

I look at his friend. He looks at me.
In one brief instant I forget myself, my doubts, my concerns for Peter.
How can I describe the Love that radiates from this man?
The complete knowledge of infinite power,
Infinite tenderness,
Expressed in his very being,
The effortless outreach of his hand to mine,
Lifting me up.

I am healed!
I have quite forgotten what was wrong, and in full joy go at once to help and serve.

***
During the next few days I see other people healed, all instantaneously.
Jesus is saying to the crowds, to each one of us, here’s how to pray:…
“Our Father which art in heaven,
Hallowed be Thy name…” **
I feel the ever-present warmth and vibrancy of God’s love.
I behold for the first time my true family.

And suddenly realise that I love my son more than I ever did before…..….


(see *Mark 1:30-34; 3:31-35, and **Matthew 6:9 )

Friday, December 16, 2016

A Christmas Poem

by Ken Cooper





GOD'S GREAT LOVE.




Be still, dear friends, think back the day
When angels sang to shepherds cold,
And starry night lit up their way,
As God's great Love did them enfold.

And in the stable they did see
Our Saviour just as they'd been told.
With "Peace on earth" eternally
Our God's great Love did them enfold.

Dear brethren, God's dear Love was planned
To reach all hearts, to make all gold.
This Christmas take your neighbour's hand:
Let God's great Love you all enfold.
And when your heart is full of Love
It radiates through all you are:
And shining thus it seems thereof
That God has fashioned one more  star!

©Ken Cooper 2016

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

The Bumble Bee

by Ken Cooper


THE BUMBLE BEE


From the unrestricted freedom of the open air,
The bumble bee flew unwittingly into our conservatory.
Within seconds it had bumped and buzzed against an invisible window,
And it repeated its actions in bewildered puzzlement.
Again and again, in futile frustration, the bumping and buzzing reverberated.
It just didn't know what was preventing it flying forwards.
So it buzzed and bumped in blind repetition, for that was all it could conceive.
Ever more tired and confused, its efforts became more sporadic.
It fell onto the sill, near to giving up,
Gathering strength for a final fling of desperate helpless hope.

It didn't know that its plight had already been heard:
Two kindly hands with glass tumbler and stiff card were on their way.
Sudden entrapment caught the bumble unawares.
In furious fear and tight enclosure,  its bewilderment was complete,
It buzzed ferociously, loudly, fighting in utter ignorance of what was happening:
But by the open patio door, released and now unfettered, it flew, flew skywards!
Zigzagging in the unexpected joy and relief of freedom,
Not knowing how, but wonderfully, gloriously, free.
Free to be itself.

It made me think.
How often do I keep bumping along, seeing no progress, refusing to change my ways.
Not realising what was preventing my going forward,
Not knowing what to do, where to go, how to go, so just keeping safe (?) in the old routines.
Perhaps puzzled by the world's illogicality,
Not prepared or even too scared, to challenge, or to follow a different way,
That is already waiting:
Not realising that sometimes the only way forward is to stop.............
Think. Repent. Be brave enough and wise enough, to do something differently.
The bumble bee had been trying too hard. Ultimately, by itself, it could do nothing.*
If only it knew that help was at hand.
If only I knew.

Jesus said "Repent: for the kingdom of heaven is at hand."

Stop fighting! Yield the mortal self, the arrogance of self-will and selfish pride!
The blind and stubborn mortal personality, shouting to exist, must go and be no more.
Right where I am, the door to the kingdom is already open, but in the other direction!
Love is here, always here, omnipotent hands outstretched in tenderness and healing.
Be still... Trust.... Yield..... Let...... Now!
Know and feel that I am, and simply be, God's child.**
For when I knew it not, Love had already taken me up,
Already knew and knows my freedom.

Even in the depths of despair, we can, in sweet self-surrender, suddenly find,
In Love's care and protection, we are already in the heavenly kingdom.
Because Love loves and liberates, releases from all shackles,
We have the absolute freedom of spiritual being:
Wonderfully, gloriously, free.
If only we would turn:
Humble,
Be.

*"I can of mine own self do nothing:"  John 5:30 (to:)
"Repent: for the kingdom of heaven is at hand." Matt.4:17 Repent
**"Behold, now are we the sons of God" 1 John 3:2 (to 2nd,)

©Ken Cooper2016