You cannot forgive yourself—you never could forgive your own failings and weaknesses and treacheries, but the Creator—because the Maker created you—because you are of the Creator—or the Maker, the Maker has ruled out that word, and in its place, love only—like some beautiful rainbow of promise—
Love only remains.
Who am I that I should be so blessed?
God's love, first and foremost, and then the longing to be a little more as the God within you would have you be.
Make your first effort and put faith to the test—say to yourself—
I will contact with my Father!—
And because God is always in your midst, you can contact with Him in a way impossible to be put into words.
He has asked you to love Him and to love your fellow being because He knows that only by that close contact with Him can you be lifted out of those sorrows, which sometimes, even as a net, seem to close you in.
The keynote of everything in the physical world—everything in those myriad planes beyond is the overwhelming love of God.
As thy faith, so shall it be unto you—
Father, write these words on my heart and mind—
Christ seal me unto Thy Holy Self.Amen
He asks you—
As He asked in the days of old—to follow Him, He entreats, as He entreated those with whom He dwelt even upon this little earth—
He entreats you to not only love Him, but to try and love your neighbours, too.
There is reality in the God-sense—there is holiness—there is purity of thought—these create a beauty absolutely beyond the conception of the finest physical mind.
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