Truth answers every call we make to God,
Responding first with miracles, and then
Returning unto us to be itself.
Forgiveness, truth’s reflection, tells me how to offer miracles, and thus escape the prison house in which I think I live. Your holy Son is pointed out to me, first in my brother; then in me. Your Voice instructs me patiently to hear Your Word, and give as I receive. And as I look upon Your Son today, I hear Your Voice instructing me to fine the way to You, as You appointed that the way shall be.
Behold his sinlessness, and be healed.
There is so much craziness going on out there today. It’s not like we don’t know years in advance that Christmas is on the 25th of December. Why, oh why, do so many people leave their shopping till the last minute?
I’m having a quiet and contemplative one this year. It’s been interesting watching the mayhem. It’s also been sad to see all the people who got flooded, and the disappointment of not being able to realise their plans.
I dreamed last night that my car was driving itself – with me running behind or alongside it. Then it just drove off by itself. Any ideas what it might mean?