Whether or not others can tell if I have The Light Of God in me is extremely important. Please allow me to clarify my position further.
My job is not to please humanity, or to convince any human of anything about myself. This includes you, the reader, -and- myself, the writer! It is God Who does -both- the convincing and the rejection — at His sole discretion!
My job, poetically speaking, is to be both a lighthouse and a fully manned rescue station.
Whether or not any human calls me a "priest," including myself, is irrelevant.
1) Whether or not God can -use- me as a priest is of vital importance.
2) Whether or not He can -use- me as His messenger is of vital importance.
3) Whether or not I finish the race that God has set forth for me to run is of vital importance.
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# My current race to run is to serve You. Can I state it any plainer?
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Whether you love me or hate me is your choice to make. The same injunction applies doubly to myself. Namely, if I were to unrepentantly hate you...
Then that can, and will, be to -my- Eternal Shame.
Not yours. Never yours.
* Hence, 'tis the better path for all concerned if I loveth thee, and with a great compassion!
-my friend, has anybody told you today that you are precious, priceless, and irreplaceable?-
-you are not a mistake-
-you are more beautiful than the Mona Lisa painting, and no less beautiful than the model herself was at every stage of her life — whether that stage had been blessed or tragic-
(For I wager that she is with her God Eternal. If so, then her smile will shine forth brighter than the sun itself. And yours as well . . . if You stand in GOD'S glorious presence on that Holy Day when He records His Final Census of goats and lambs.)
-YOU are no less radiant, and no less worthy of love, than God's Holy Angels-
-YOU are wonderfully and fearfully made — and THAT, my friend, makes you Truly and Utterly Awesome (in the traditional sense of the word)-
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Three things can be difficult for Us humans to even want to do:
1) Love Our enemies.
2) Love Our own selves.
3) Consider Our regrets to be dead leaves fit only as compost and worm food.
And a possible fourth thing . . . is to wonder why God invented farts?!
Seriously (well, almost)?! Couldn't He have invented unicorns instead?!
Hmm...
Then they would have been farting unicorns...
And THAT would be supremely regrettable! :)
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A Bridge Over Troubled Waters
SpiritualDear Reader: You are precious, priceless, and irreplaceable. In the entire history -- of the entire universe: In the history of all Eternity... There has been, and ever will be, only one you. Herein are opinions, observations, and things autobiograp...
