My body is a wholly neutral thing.
I am a Son of God. And can I be another thing as well? Did God create the mortal and corruptible? What use has God’s beloved Son for what must die? And yet a neutral thing dies not see death, for thoughts of fear are not invested here, not is a mockery of love bestowed upon it. Its neutrality protects it while it has a use. And afterwards, without a purpose, it is laid aside. It is not sick nor old nor hurt. It is but functionless, unneeded and cast off. Let me not see it more than this today; of service for a while and fit to serve, to keep its usefulness while it can serve, and then to be replaced for greater good.
My body, Father, cannot be Your Son. And what is not created cannot be sinful nor sinless; neither good nor bad. Let me, then, use this dream to help Your plan that we awaken from all dreams we made.
How did the Course know that I had a bereavement yesterday? Yes, I was left with my mouth wide open in amazement when I read this. Such a timely reminder of the real purpose of the body. Although the language is a little harsh… functionless…unneeded… cast off… the message in essence is a reminder that the spirit is the important part of us, and that cannot be destroyed.
I met with the film maker who filmed Caribbean Juices last week, to see if there is something we can do collaboratively. Such an interesting young woman and such ambition… really hope she’s a doer.
The city centre was heaving with the tail enders of the Birmingham half marathon. Such energy, and for the first time I saw a Rasta busking on his djembe. Oh, those sounds went straight to my soul.