Are we not fortunate to be in this moment? But then, is this not true of all Father's children who savor the present feast set before them? Can we fully drink the cup of experience given to us and realize the gift we then bring to our Creator, this gift of harvest from the realm of time? How many times do mortal children tell their parents that they wish they were older to partake of the benefits of increased age and maturity only to greet an understanding smile born of the knowledge that such time comes only too soon, indeed, that when the desired moment comes the benefit sought no longer suffices as the hunger for a larger one has replaced it?
Are there not many who seek first the lesser things of heaven and fall short even of these, while those who seek only the greatest are given not only the treasure, but all other things as well? What then is the highest reality we can obtain, and how do we serve it? If we embrace a 'revelation', but do not become ourselves the truth revealed, what has been accomplished? If we entertain angels and other supernal beings, but do not become a fountain of light, then what is served? Do we command knowledge of history from the beginnings of time to the boundaries of its exhaustion yet know not the experience of bestowing a divine affection upon even one of our fellows who has given offense?
How do we measure our progress in this experience of light? Is it seen in the mirror of wealth or fame? Or do we look at our proximity to those figures carved upon the august halls of hallowed study? Or perhaps to the circles of those celebrated as 'leaders' of any kind? Instead, is it not hidden within us at a depth so great as to evade our circumspection?
Can we compare our experience of Father's affection with another's if each of us are loved as if we were the only creature in all creation? Does not the loving parent seek more diligently to communicate affection to the child who for the moment feels a greater distance? So whether in distance or nearness, darkness or light, are we not adored with a love so great as to move all creation into its service?
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Are there not many who seek first the lesser things of heaven and fall short even of these, while those who seek only the greatest are given not only the treasure, but all other things as well? What then is the highest reality we can obtain, and how do we serve it? If we embrace a 'revelation', but do not become ourselves the truth revealed, what has been accomplished? If we entertain angels and other supernal beings, but do not become a fountain of light, then what is served? Do we command knowledge of history from the beginnings of time to the boundaries of its exhaustion yet know not the experience of bestowing a divine affection upon even one of our fellows who has given offense?
How do we measure our progress in this experience of light? Is it seen in the mirror of wealth or fame? Or do we look at our proximity to those figures carved upon the august halls of hallowed study? Or perhaps to the circles of those celebrated as 'leaders' of any kind? Instead, is it not hidden within us at a depth so great as to evade our circumspection?
Can we compare our experience of Father's affection with another's if each of us are loved as if we were the only creature in all creation? Does not the loving parent seek more diligently to communicate affection to the child who for the moment feels a greater distance? So whether in distance or nearness, darkness or light, are we not adored with a love so great as to move all creation into its service?
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Now playing: Eugen M. Dombois - Fantasia in C Major
via FoxyTunes
