“Cease from struggling. Don’t try to do this yourself; let God do it. After having consented to surrender, you will be tempted to struggle and try instead of relax and trust and receive….For as long as you are trying, you are on the basis of yourself; but the moment you begin to trust, you are on the basis of Christ; he becomes the center, not you.”
“If you dare to believe that you are beloved before you are born, you may suddenly realize that your life is very, very special. You become conscious that you were sent here just for a short time, for twenty, forty, or eighty years, to discover and believe that you are a beloved child of God. The length of time doesn’t matter. You are sent into this world to believe in yourself as God’s chosen one and then to help your brothers and sisters know that they are also beloved sons and daughters of God who belong together. You’re sent into this world to be a people of reconciliation. You are sent to heal, to break down the walls between you and your neighbors, locally, nationally, and globally. Before all distinctions, the separations, and the walls built on foundations of fear, there was a unity in the mind and heart of God. Out of that unity, you are sent into this world for a little while to claim that you and every other human being belongs to the same God of Love who lives from eternity to eternity.”
So there are lots of things going on these days. Lots of changes for everyone including myself. Something happened yesterday I wanted to share.
I had been reading a book “The Supreme Gift” by Paulo Coelho. It relates a sermon by Henry Drummond and hit upon a critical bridge for me. Trust. Belief in God is one thing. Trust in God is another. The idea stayed in my mind all night.
The next day my youngest son and I were at the downtown library playing with trains. We were having a great time and I had stopped a moment to take it all in. My mind wandered back to the passage the night before and I repeated in my head “I trust you God.”
Not a second later, a woman walks up to us and asks if James is my son. She says she makes blankets with her left-over yarn and wants us to have it.
I offer to pay her for it and she says she doesn’t want money or anything for the blanket. I thank her and she blesses us for being here. I bless her back. A moment later I look inside the bag to find this….
“Power and cleverness call forth admiration but also a certain separation, a sense of distance; we are reminded of who we are not, of what we cannot do. On the other hand, sharing weaknesses and needs calls us together into “oneness.” We welcome those who love us into our heart. In this communion, we discover the deepest part of our being: the need to be loved and to have someone who trusts and appreciates us and who cares least of all about our capacity to work or to be clever and interesting.”