June 23, 2011

          “Each moment passing can never be recaptured.  It is gone forever.  Only moments of love are memorialized.  All else is fleeting.  To love is to look at God with a child’s heart.  A parent is the child’s world and existence.  I desire to be your world and existence.  My heart of love dawns on the upright.  It comes spreading across the land of your being like the morning sunrise, illuminating everything.  The colors become vivid and alive.  The earth takes on a new meaning.  You regain the wonder of a child. 

          Children live with nature, studying a blade of grass or a pond of water.  The world of commerce means nothing to them.  They live with God in His beautiful creation.  They notice His handiwork in the bugs and worms.  They gaze in awe at the rustling leaves and the cloud formations.  Each new morning is a new beginning to discover God’s secrets in the yard.

          Man grows into adulthood throwing off the garb of childhood.  He ignores the rainbows, the sunsets, the watercourses.  His eyes are fixed on pages of numbers and a box of pictures streaming through his living room night after night.  He loses touch with nature and beauty.            Commercialism, frantic and rushed shopping ventures, things of no consequence steal the precious moments of life God has allotted him to discover His Creator’s love.  He doesn’t notice the beauty of the change of seasons or the frost on the windowpane anymore.  He has too many things to do. 

          What are these things?  These are useless trifles of his own making.  They are toys he has invented to amuse himself or make himself appear admirable to others.  Trivialities in books, movies, cultural ideals, which are not bad in themselves, but when misdirected, become all-consuming to the detriment of spiritual childhood.

          Return to the days of your youth, My children, when you experienced a wave of joy in the morning upon arising, when God’s world was fresh in your heart and you gaily frolicked in God’s playground of nature.

          The world is sterile, fleeting, and will never satiate your deepest need – to become a dear child of God, clasped tightly to your Father’s heart.”

The Holy Spirit,

God’s Creative Breath