‘I am the holy Son of God Himself.’
Here is your declaration of release from bondage of the world. And here as well is the world released. You do not see what you have done by giving to the world the role of jailer to the Son of God. What could it be but vicious and afraid, fearful of shadows, punitive and wild, lacking all reason, blind, insane with hate.
You who perceive yourself as weak and frail, with futile hopes and devastated dreams, born but to die, to weep and suffer pain, hear this: All power is given unto you in earth and Heaven. There is nothing that you cannot do. You play the game of death, of being helpless, pitiful tied to dissolution in a world which shows no mercy to you. Yet when you accord it mercy, will its mercy shine on you.
Be glad today how very easily is hell undone. You need but tell yourself:
I am the holy Son of God Himself. I cannot suffer, cannot be in pain; I cannot suffer loss, nor fail to do all that salvation asks.
The best way to avoid pain is to stop focusing on it. I reminded myself of that today and found other things to focus on. It must also be true of swellings too, I thought. So I stopped looking to see if the swelling, from which the pain has now disappeared, is going down. Stopped feeling its size. I fully expect that it will be gone soon, without any further attention from me.
I’m into being nice to myself big time. Went to the gym, felt so good afterwards I took part in a BBC Radio WM phone in on the benefits of going to the gym to actually work out instead of just using it as a social occasion.
I was, however, gutted that rehearsal for the Don Giovanni production got cancelled, as I was really looking forward to airing my piece. But it didn’t bring me down for long. Neither did the news from the publisher that Betrayed may not be ready in time for the Jamaican Independence celebrations. I guess that’s one thing this Son of God cannot do – get the publishers to move any quicker. LOL! And I don’t seem to be able to stop it raining.