The Sword of the Spirit

The Sword of the Spirit

Everyone just stay alert!
With God’s full armour be well girt!
The devil’s watching for his chance,
He’s waiting for just half a glance!

So, with God’s armour stand up strong!
It is with God that you belong.
Be wrapped with Truth around each loin!
It is His army you must join.

Righteousness shall play its part –
Impregnable across your heart!
And when you tread toward the foe,
The gospel PEACE is all you’ll know.

And faith unwavering, your strong shield,
From wickedness securely sealed!
Salvation is what’s in your thought:
Perfection yours, divinely wrought.

Spirit is your powerful sword!
Nothing can withstand God’s Word!
With Spirit, you will win the fight!
Untouched by wrong, you prove what’s right!

Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might.
Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.
Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness;
And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace;
Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.
And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God:
Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit,

The Breath of Spirit

The Breath of Spirit

The Breath of Spirit voiced God’s Word:
True Cosmos now donated:
And Love saw “it was very good”,
All things were thus created.

Hence man was formed by Spirit pure –
The breath of inspiration:
We cannot ask for anymore,
This is our sure foundation.

Embraced in Love / Truth / Spirit / Life,
An understanding pure,
Each prayer with honest stillness,
Reveals our Father more.

O let us live as Spirit guides,
So sing with joy and praise,
For in Thy purity we live,
To follow all Thy ways!

John 1:1 “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” Genesis 1:31 “…it was very good…”

Simon The Pharisee

Simon the Pharisee

Luke 7:37–48

Life is all about credibility.
And this Jesus of Nazareth is certainly building his!
He is becoming the rising star of the region.
Teaching in the synagogues, by the shore of Galilee, preaching about the kingdom of heaven being here!
How would he know? I’ve been around longer than he has, and I’ve never seen it!
What’s worse, he’s healing people, not just of their diseases, but claiming also of their sins!
How does a carpenter get to do that!
By all accounts he’s a dangerous man,
Upsetting the order of things,
Challenging what we do, what we’ve always done.
I suppose I’ll have to invite him to my home,
Check him out.
I feel a mixture of arrogance and intrigue.
He’s on my patch, I need to know what he’s up to,
But I’m also interested…
What’s he got that’s making people follow him rather than us?
Is he just some new fad, or is there something more real?
The healings seem genuine.
What if they are?

I complete my ritual of afternoon prayer, making sure I am seen of others.
I have a responsibility to maintain appearances.
It’s a comfortable routine, and I feel the better for it.
There’s time now to go out into the street and see this man for myself.
I watch from a distance, catching the odd word.
He’s in preaching mode.
I begin to make my way towards him through the crowd.
How they are listening!
I need to gently push my way through,
Minor irritation gives way to acquiescence when they see who I am.
Slowly and surely I reach to the front.

He is younger than I expected, and obviously less experienced than me.
Yet he has an authority about him that is somehow ageless,
A meekness and knowledge that speak of a higher power,
An effortlessness in every word and movement as he unveils the scriptures.
I can see why he is attracting crowds…
My earlier thought returns. Is it just novelty, the age-old hope of the new Messiah attaching to any thing original and different? I feel within myself it is something far deeper and suddenly resent his preaching and teaching and healing. That’s our job, our duty. Even though we can’t heal. We’ve all rather left that to the older prophets, – that was their special role. So, what’s this Jesus doing? I will find out for myself, invite him to my home, be seen with him.
It makes me feel uncomfortable, but I shan’t show or admit it!
Jesus has seen me approaching. I feel in that one glance he has dissected my very thoughts, yet he continues untroubled and confident.
No wonder my fellow Pharisees hate him! He’s more dangerous than I imagined!
He finishes his parable, leaving the crowd thoughtful, and turns to me, expecting and granting my request.
And he went into the Pharisee’s house, and sat down to meat. And, behold, a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster box of ointment, And stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.

This wasn’t the plan! How did she get in! All the kudos of his presence ruined by this harlot! He must know what manner of woman it is who is touching him! He read my thoughts readily enough!

“Simon, I have somewhat to say unto thee”

He’s reading my thoughts again! His meekness against pharisaical pride! Love against my surprising hatred of his superiority. Everyone is listening. I must be careful. I bid him continue.

“There was a certain creditor which had two debtors: the one owed five hundred pence, and the other fifty. And when they had nothing to pay, he frankly forgave them both. Tell me therefore, which of them will love him most?”

The question is too easy, but I phrase the answer with due caution. “I suppose that he, to whom he forgave most.” Where’s he going with all this. I am nervous… He looks at me and responds with calm assurance.

“Thou hast rightly judged”

He looks at the harlot, – how does he get away with that! And I feel a sinking premonition of his wisdom putting me to shame…

“Simon, Seest thou this woman? I entered into thine house, thou gavest me no water for my feet: but she hath washed my feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head. Thou gavest me no kiss: but this woman since the time I came in hath not ceased to kiss my feet. My head with oil thou didst not anoint: but this woman hath anointed my feet with ointment. Wherefore I say unto thee, Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same loveth little.”

His rebuke is harsh and uncompromising. I cannot fault him. My disdain in sharp contrast to the genuine repentance of the harlot woman. Yet who is the real prostitute? Aren’t I selling my pharisaical robes for my own purpose, getting money for worn out creeds and empty blessings?
Aren’t I putting myself before God!!! All the time!! Jesus doesn’t care what I think about him. He knows what God knows, and that’s all that matters to him. What does God know about me? He turns again to the woman:

“Thy sins are forgiven.”

She looks at peace while I am in turmoil. I have heard of Jesus’ demand that we should repent. Dare I change the habits of a lifetime? I ask myself the desperate question, do I really want to! I am too comfortable, too well set. I am a Pharisee! Yet she is forgiven, she has repented, she has loved much. That blunt question….who do I love more, – myself or God? Who did she love more? The first commandment rings through my consciousness, – how many times have I said it out loud in the synagogue and in the streets? If Jesus hadn’t come, I wouldn’t be having this battle. Do I hate him or love him?

Jesus looks at me again. Despite his damning words there is such tender love in his eyes, the promise of redemption. His love is constant, out-going. I realise that my love is self-centered. I can feel the presence of the Christ, reaching out to me, as it did to that harlot. Am I going to put God first, as she did?

The choice is mine.

The Withered Hand Restored

The Withered Hand Restored

I was there, witnessed the miracle.
Even now I can scarce believe what my eyes saw,
What I now know.
But it was my best friend who was healed.
And it has changed our lives for ever.
Would you be willing to take a risk, listen to what I have witnessed and believe what happened to us both?

We’d been friends since childhood.
He’d never fussed about his disability, –
His right hand, (why did it have to be his right hand?), severely withered,
Utterly useless.
But it didn’t stop us playing games, running ragged and breathless up and down the hills, laughing and forgetful of any limitations.
Yet there were other times his natural compensation could not cope,
And I’d be there, or his parents, to help.
I loved him for his joy, his lack of self-pity.
I sometimes felt he was more of a man than me……
I’d often wondered why he had been so afflicted.
His life had been blameless, – indeed so much better than mine.
His parents as far as I’d known them had always been good.
Perhaps a distant ancestor had done wrong.
It seemed a harsh thing for him to suffer, – especially as there was no possible release.
There was no way out, no healing, no hope.
What sin must have caused that?
It seemed so unfair.
Why did so many people have to suffer with illness or misfortune?
Living lives of acceptance and just managing.
Yet the paradoxical question:
How is it that the sick and so- called disabled often seem so much better, more alive, than we?

That Sabbath we’d met and entered the synagogue together as usual.
There was a lot more interest and buzz about the place that day.
Jesus of Nazareth had been invited to address us.
We’d both heard about him, – some talk or remark about him being the Messiah or Christ, – but so unlikely, – Nazareth was only a village and that not many miles away, and by what little we had heard he was no more than a carpenter by trade. Still, there must be something about him to have created an interest.
The Pharisees and scribes knew that we would be there, but that day when we arrived there were nudges and knowing looks.
One of them asked us to sit at the front.
We chatted for a bit. A fly tried to settle on my friend’s face. He brushed at it with his withered hand.
I felt compassion for him, – his handsome looks marred by this senseless deformity.

The service began and went through its normal routines.
The time came for anyone to stand and speak.
From the back a man stepped forward.
He had an air of authority that commanded attention,
His seamless white robe somehow a symbol of his natural stature.
This had to be Jesus of Nazareth.
I suddenly realised it didn’t matter what village he came from.
He came from God.
As he took his place his love seemed to shine and when he spoke, that same love permeated everything he said. The scriptures became alive, meaningful.
I’d always thought that the kingdom of God was something to come,
Some far-off event, powerful, as a result of mighty battles, with a great commander to the fore.
But this kingdom was altogether different, stronger, immediate, grounded in love.
I glanced at my friend. He too was watching enthralled, – his eyes shining, accepting every word spoken.
They were fine words indeed, – but was that it?
Comforting, but without proof, fine words were all they were.
I suddenly thought what if he did prove them true? How would he? What evidence would I want? How would anyone prove the kingdom of God here and now?

“Rise up and stand forth in the midst.”
In the sudden bewilderment of being brought back into the present I thought for a moment Jesus was talking to me. But no.
My friend levered himself up and stood alone in front of Jesus.
There was a stillness, an expectancy borne of his undoubted authority.
He turned to the Scribes and Pharisees.
I could see them shifting uncomfortably. It was as though he had read their thoughts and they knew that he knew what they were thinking, and in some way those thoughts would be exposed.
He spoke to them directly:
“I will ask of you one thing”
He paused a second, but that pause seemed to contain a lifetime of moment.
“Is it lawful on the sabbath days to do good, or to do evil? to save life, or to destroy it?”
He looked round at each of them in turn, the silence and expectancy deafening.
We all knew what was going to happen.
I looked again at my friend.

“Stretch forth thine hand.”

I said I was a witness.
But how can you own up to seeing the impossible.
He obeyed Christ’s command.
Not “Stretch forth thine withered hand”, but “stretch for thine hand as God gave thee”.
His arm extended, fingers uncurling, filling out fully formed.
We all looked at one another, knowing it was happening yet still disbelieving.
My friend’s face shone as his hand was restored whole as the other.
He knelt before Jesus, giving thanks amidst his awe and wonder.
Then turned to me and shouted my name.
Leaping forward his hand outstretched to take mine,
Right hand to right hand.
What mixed emotions I had! Joy for my friend, but shamedly half frightened to grasp what may have been only illusion.
His handshake was firm, firmer than mine.
And then I responded truly. Grip to grip, laughing and praising with him in the midst of the synagogue.
No dream but reality, but dear God how?!
I’d asked for proof, and here it was! The only proof possible!
No wonder the scribes were scowling! Here was true authority! No longer mere words, but the consciousness of God’s kingdom here and now seen in health and completeness. Faced with full health, sickness had become impossible! Health the reality and sickness the dispellable illusion. This was the uncomfortable but wonderful import of what Jesus had been saying and had now proved! Yes, proved! – How else can you explain what had happened! And yes, I’ve seen similar things happen so many times since. I have had my own healings.

Let me hold you by your hand in that same love that Jesus is living. Our lives have changed so much for the better! This was not just a one-off miracle of some prophet, a magician’s trick. It was the coming of the Christ. The recognition of Love, God’s love for you and me, all-embracing. The true “Our Father” of which Jesus spoke and commanded us to pray, lifting our thoughts above human heredity to our true and guiltless origin, that we are even now the sons of the one God, the sons of Love! It’s the only explanation I can understand.

Don’t just accept my word, look, – here comes my friend, let him say it, prove it to you. Let him hold you firmly with both hands, with his love, confirm what I am telling you. Rejoice with us in the now of the kingdom of God. Jesus has sent us, is even now on his way. Jesus is telling everyone about what the TRUTH is, and he’s proving it all the time: God’s love for us is timeless and unconditional.

So that’s the real point I’m trying to make and so much want to share: the Christ is already here, with us even now, has always been here, will ever be with us all! Can’t you feel it? Dear friend, you just have!

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Eternal Now, For Always.

God

; Eternal Now For Always.

John 6:16-21, Revelation 10:6

The sea had risen strongly with the wind.
Waves reaching high, landmarks lurching and vanishing.
Sails down, passage slow: laboured rowing all that was possible.
Heavy perspiration now uniting our efforts,
Fighting the elements, fighting latent fear with age-old fisherman courage.
Rowing together, rising and falling together,
Safety some way distant.
Sweat is blinked from the eyes.
There’s someone on the sea!
Head shakes, checks again. There!
Gone. Did you see? There! Look!
Hallucination shared by all? It’s Jesus! It can’t be!
What’s he standing on?
He’s walking towards us!
Our oars crash together in our disbelief and fear. Ever nearer!
What’s happening?!
“It is I: be not afraid.”
Somehow he is suddenly by the side of the boat, and we urge him to get on board.
I am first to reach out my hand.
He takes it firmly, – no spirit then, – and he is on board! He didn’t need to climb up.
Perplexed, I keep holding, feeling new strength,
Powerfully pleading with all my thoughts for understanding,
Searching his eyes,
Finding the embrace of Love for each one of us.
His knowledge of unquestioned infinite power
Mocking all material law.
And in that millisecond of communication,
In that recognition of his utter dominion,
Time became irrelevant. It was simply no more.

“and immediately the ship was at the land whither they went”.

Scarce-believing, we looked at each other, the boat safe on the shore. How did we get here? How did Jesus get to us? Why weren’t we tired from hours of rowing? What happened to the storm?
So many questions, but we were safe; safe the instant he stood on board.
And in that immediacy of timelessness, no further footsteps taken,
I found his hand still holding mine,
His eyes still reaching into mine, such a sense of oneness, completeness,
Giving me the thrill of this knowing:
Material laws cannot interpose between God and man. They must be nothing, for God’s laws are everywhere.
The awesome realisation that there can be no exceptions: no exceptions!
His Christ power was God’s All-power expressed in every aspect of life.
Health, supply, weather, gravity, and now time itself! What else was there!
But was this for real? We were still holding hands, but his thought held me even more securely, reading mine:
“Peter, there are no exceptions. God is the great I AM. Follow me and you will see.”
I glanced round at my fellow fishermen, the sudden stillness of the Galilean Sea, the beauty of all about us.
Breath-taking recognition of what Jesus meant!
Eternity is the forever now of Life. God is the law of our being, and we are all under God’s eternal laws.
Jesus knew this and was proving this truth to us, for all of us, to follow.
I felt his timeless love.

“And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free….” Christ Jesus. John 8:32
“there should be time no longer.” Revelation 10:9 there

A Parent’s Revelation

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 a few weeks ago.
I’ll never understand Peter. He’s so impetuous!
Apparently Jesus said “Follow me” – or something to that effect, – and Peter did exactly that!
Never told his wife and family – anyway he’s a fisherman and they’re used to his being away.
Nothing Peter does surprises me….but he’s got a heart of gold and I love him.

I’m seeing both Peter and Jesus tonight.
I wonder what he’s like, this Jesus.
Peter thinks he’s really special, – but he only comes from Nazareth.
He’s a carpenter by trade, – 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?
His complete knowledge of infinite power,
Total tenderness,
Expressed in his very being,
The effortless outreach of his hand to mine,
Lifting me up. Nothing to heal!

Why then was I down?
No memory of what was ever wrong, no more self-pity, but full focused on gratitude and love for God, for everyone. In full joy I go to help and serve. Everyone so happy! Why did I ever doubt? Love is everywhere.

***
That evening many other people from the city came to our door, and all in need were healed, instantaneously. Next day Jesus, Peter and the other disciples went off over the Sea of Galilee. When I next saw Peter, he told me about the miraculous calming of the storm, the healing of the madman, other miracles Jesus had worked. But I now know they are not miracles, – they are the power of God, the Almighty power of God, made manifest.
Infinite Love doesn’t need time to prove itself, it is present and active now!

I’m with Jesus again, he is teaching to the crowds, to each one of us, 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……
I see him as Jesus sees him, I see myself as Jesus saw me and sees me even now.
I now know what “Father” means….

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

The Widow of Nain

The widow of Nain

Luke 7:11=16

It’s been long years since my husband died
The flowing tears that cried and cried;
The bringing up of our lovely lad
The only thing that kept me glad.

But Oh, dear God, just what is your plan
That I be robbed of my young man?
The deep well of tears that had been dried
Now refilled and my faith sore tried.

Look, my little lad is laid down low
On bitter bier that moves so slow.
Amidst torrid heat and black-dressed flies,
The wailing throng around me cries.

As I walk in step with broken heart,
A sudden feeling makes me start;
I look up and my gaze quick led
To a white-robed man straight ahead.

How to I explain what I now feel?
His look so loving, calm, and real.
Compassion o’erflowing , reaching to me;
“Weep not” a command, not empty plea!

Grief swept away by tangible Love,
Expectancy strong with this saint from above;
He walks with assurance, touches the bier:
The procession stops from front to rear.

I feel new hope, can this be true?
His perfect Love changing my view!
A future free from barren strife;
A Love that is Eternal Life.

He looks at my son with Love in his eyes:
“Young man, I say unto thee, arise!”
This is not now a foolish word,
I see it’s death that is absurd!

My son sits up from where he laid dead
The bier no more a mortal bed.
My son is risen, whole and free!
Life is immortality!

The white robed man helps him get down
Holds our hands in the warmth of his own.
I hug my son tight, I can’t let him go
And I turn to his saviour, and thank him so.

I’ve heard about Jesus, – this must be him,
Tears of joy now filled to the brim.
I’ve seen Love at work, a love so pure,
His “Weep not” command a holy cure.

The fear of God descends upon all,
For Life and Love are wonderful.
My life transformed in simple trust:
To follow Christ a humble must.

Oh, everyone just shout with joy
For Love has saved my only boy,
God blesses all with purest light.
All life is safe; it is Truth’s sight.

The Gaderene

The Gadarene

Let me tell you my story.

I was a proud young man , – intent to show my worth to family and village. I received good training, was married and had children. The synagogue was my second home, and my prayers deep and devout. But somehow, I never met my high ambition. Never achieved what I expected or what was expected of me.

I’ll tell you: some habits are no good and self-pity is one of the worst. I found myself caught in a deep rut, deeper than you could ever imagine, banging against the sides, unable to turn around, unable to escape the sporadic tumbling forward, with the utter helplessness of seeming to be controlled by something else, being led I knew not where, unable to change direction, hating myself for not caring what I might do. Self-pity consumed me, like an army of hungry ants gnawing away at the inner core of a once proud tree, leaving it hollow.

Frustration and anger and emptiness made me lose my mind. I became dangerous to all around me and was cast out to protect those I loved and those I didn’t even know.
I lived in the wilderness, and my world was mountains and tombs, tombs and mountains. The chains they bound me with could not withstand my rage. My strength frightened me. In bitterness and guilt, I would smash the rocks and tombstones and no man could or even dared to stop me. Over time, the clothes ragged off my body, blown thin by the mountain wind. For up in the clear air it was glorious, – I felt a freedom away from everything, – I would run and jump, skip and laugh out loud with the scant grass and burnt-out bushes as companions, feeling at one with nature, the pure happiness of life as it can be. But it never lasted. I would descend once more down, down the slopes. Bitter contrast. Even the unclean swine were my friends, secretly being fattened on the hidden hillsides for the black-market traders. I knew: I felt I knew everything. I did not care. Here was I, free, but trapped more thoroughly than any prison or chain could bind. Often, I would slump against a tombstone, worn out yet exhilarated, lonely and looking for danger to end my life, cutting myself with stones out of spite against myself and God, daring Him to kill me, but all the time knowing that God was there for me.
Then came the day that changed everything. I remember the ferocious storm that came from nowhere. The wind and rain blowing, lashing, pushing me along the shore. The rain stung on my naked flesh, and through the squall I could just make out boats on the sea, being tossed like corks. I made the effort to stand still, hand up to my eyes, willing them to sink while yet praying for their safety, dancing with delight at the futility of everything and nothing.

The boat in the front was in the greatest difficulty. I could see fisherman hanging on for their lives, – a few of them were making their way to the prow. One bent down, and I could see someone getting up. Though the winds were fierce, I swear that boat stopped rocking! I rubbed my eyes through the rain. The waves didn’t crash into it, but somehow seemed to move round as though it wasn’t there! A man stood up, stretched out his arms, and the storm ceased completely. Every boat was calm.

How I wish you could have been there with me, seen too what I saw. I tell you it was no coincidence. One followed the other. Immediately. Suddenly. Heavy clouds that had covered the sky just rolled back and disappeared. The wild waves that moments before had crashed ‘gainst the shoreline gone, just lapping quietly, tinged white against the khaki-sand and now clear-blue sky. Had I imagined it? My wet skin and dripping hair gave proof of the storm that was no dream! My eyes and the warm sun spoke of a new horizon. Mountains and tombs, tombs and mountains. Storm or peace. Peace, no storm. What was real? My thoughts were all over the place. The boats were landing.
The man that stilled the storm got out with the fisherman all round him. I was sufficiently close to see his features. In a flash of insight, I suddenly knew who he was. Recognition overtook my consciousness. I knew that he would read me! Would lay bare my demon thoughts. I feared the truth, whatever that might be. I ran down towards him, barely a hundred yards, shouting and yelling, the mad man from the tombs in full cry! He might control the storm, but he won’t control me! I didn’t want to be healed, yet I yearned to be free. I wanted to get rid of him, yet I knew he was my master. Even as I ran towards him, I knew that the power he expressed was invincible, but that didn’t stop me.

He showed no fear.

He called out, addressing the error and not me, calling for the evil spirits to leave me. The power of his command, his total lack of fear, stopped me in my tracks just yards from him and his disciples. I knelt to the ground. And I felt as though a voice not mine answered back to him:
“What have I to do with thee, Jesus, thou Son of God most high? I beseech thee, torment me not.”

Even as I spoke those words and looked in his eyes, I felt a glorious battle taking place in my thoughts, – all the demons of my past ranged against the simple standard of his unity with God. He asked me my name and again I heard my answer “Legion”, a final throw at him of all the spirits and goblins in my mind, a final attempt to outnumber and challenge his authority. My legion would outnumber him. Yet he stayed so calm, – what was I compared to the mighty storm! Once more he raised his arm, this time to the storm in my head and not the sky. He extended his hand towards my head, and then towards the herd of swine on the hillside in a throw-away gesture. It was if he was saying “Look and behold! God’s power and goodness are infinite! His is the only power, and the only true power we have is by reflection. His goodness is supreme. Share my understanding and be whole!” And the storm inside me ceased. Was gone.
The pigs leapt and danced, ran in to each other, squealing, scrabbling madly. The swineherds could not control them. They gathered pace down the slope, sliding, falling, crashing down into the sea. Not one was left.

Not one was left, my friend. All the fears, torments, the self-pity and latent violence, all gone. Not just removed from me to live again, but destroyed. It was as though the whole area around us had not just witnessed the stilling of the tempest but also the absolute destruction of all that was wrong or not under the control of the infinite God. Infinite and exception don’t exist.

Jesus was smiling at me. That’s the real point of what I am saying. Where the storm was, he saw peace and calm. Where I was, he saw not a mad man, intent on murder and self-mutilation, but God’s child. Which was true? He smiled because he loved and knew what he saw, and I felt in that smile and in his eyes such power that, like the demons were not me, that power was not him, but came straight from God, was God, and he was God’s mouthpiece. He saw the truth so clearly it was manifested to all around him, and all around him partook of the same sense of power and might, – he gave us our true sense of dominion as God’s children, – we were all his brothers and sisters, yes, that’s it, my friend, for God is the Father of every one of us, yes, you and me, everyone. I too now loved what he saw, what he was seeing. I had seen the Truth of my being, and in truly loving myself, I was immune from dark thoughts, – they were no more, not removed, but gone.

I remember so clearly with both awe and understanding what happened next. I stood up, looked at my naked body, – all signs of mutilation had gone. One of his disciples brought me a robe from their boat. For the first time in I don’t know how long I was dressed and felt complete. I was at peace. I was at one with the universe, with God, no longer tortured by my false sense of consciousness, but now knowing that divine consciousness is true being. Legion had no place in the infinity of God’s ever presence. I remembered a Bible verse from my youth “The Lord, he is God, and there is none else beside Him”. It’s that simple!

Jesus talked with all of us, sharing the gospel, sharing his love of God. He had proved everything of which he spoke. And we just sat listening, drinking in the spiritual truths which he was proving all the time. The utter restlessness of mountains-tombs a distant memory, no longer how I saw myself. All those wrong and restless thoughts, the legion of them claiming to be me, that false identity that had bound me, simply gone! I had a new-found purpose, – to have and recognise that same mind that was in Jesus, to be at one with his clear sense of Father, to see myself as worthy of his love.

Eventually Jesus and his disciples got back in their boat and went back whence they came. I watched the sail disappear over the horizon of the peaceful sea, knowing that although they had gone, His God was still here and everywhere. The power that had calmed the storms and tempests was universal and supreme, was not confined to one person or place. I could feel God’s presence remaining with me. I was a new man, God’s man, and it was God that had trod down my enemies.

Before Jesus left, he had taken me by the hands, looked at me with that deep love of his, and said to spread the good news. When he had gone, Love remained. And here I am now, back with my beloved family. My fellow villagers had not wanted Jesus to stay. They were, and many remain, too frightened of what he did. They look at me, and pass by on the other side. But here I stand as God’s witness, untouched by the nothing of their negative thoughts: they are nothing while my God is everything to me. God’s infinite Love is always with me.

God has restored those years the locust devoured. All storms have gone, as though they never were. I am at peace and free! And I have freedom because I have the mind and love of Christ, yes, we all have the mind and love of Christ! It’s that which spreads the good news, brings healing, protects us. Dear friend, Love is the understanding of Truth, what Truth does, what Truth is.

Love has set me free.

Only God can make us strong. Only God can defeat our enemies!
Psalms 60:12 (ERV – Easy to Read Version)

And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten,
And ye shall eat in plenty, and be satisfied, and praise the name of the Lord your God, that hath dealt wondrously with you: and my people shall never be ashamed.
Joel 2:25, (to first ,) 26

And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.
John 8:32

Be perfect, be of good comfort, be of one mind, live in peace; and the God of love and peace shall be with you.
II Cor 13:11 Be

Light Up As Thy Son


Light Up As Thy Son

Be at one with God’s pure dawning,
As Light unfolds Her Way:
Remove all self, see Christ so shine!
Reflect, rejoice, and pray.

That light of Truth glows everywhere –
There is no dark to see.
I feel at rest, for this I know,
Wrong thinking cannot be.

Breathe deep and feel Love fill your heart,
For God is in control,
And every action plays its part
In proving life in Soul.

So, listen in, and let God’s thought
Be just what flows as me.
For then whatever Mind has planned
Is done immediately!

Dear Father-Mother Love, my All,
You do what needs be done!
I feel all pressure lifting off:
And light up as Thy Son!

Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the LORD is risen upon thee.
The sun shall be no more thy light by day; neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee: but the LORD shall be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy God thy glory. Isaiah 60:1,19

And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God. Romans 12:2

“The eyes of your spirit allow revelation-light to enter into your being. If your heart is unclouded, the light floods in! Matthew 6:22 The Passion Translation

I Am The Proof


I AM THE PROOF

This mortal body is not me,
Indeed it simply cannot be!
Matter clearly cannot define
What is eternal and divine.

And as the sun dispels all mist,
It’s clear that matter can’t exist –
Never could be in God’s own thought –
For what He made is Spirit wrought!
Sin, Sickness, Death, just disappear!
All is God: and I am His heir.

Everything shines with Love’s own light,
In eagerness of Life’s pure might.

“ME” is truly Mind Expressed:
Mind my motion, and my rest.

Divine the Body which is One:
For Man in Christ is God’s own Son.

Dear Father, I am one with Thee.
PERFECT IMMORTALITY!

I am the proof of what You see!

 

“I and my Father are one.” John 10:30

“The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God”
Romans 8:16

Love giveth to the least spiritual idea might, immortality, and goodness, which shine through all as the blossom shines through the bud. SH 518:19-21