Some years ago, I asked my loving God for a heavenly gift. To my astonishment, I got it. A short time later, I discovered that God had sent me some ‘extra’ gifts I had not asked for. His gifts were infinitely better, but it took time for me to relax and understand my mixed blessings. I continue to work at this every day. I do not envision a time when the journey will be completed—I pray it never is. And, I will trust my loving God forever, love him in all of his infinite forms.
It can be quite difficult to love every living thing. But we must, else we divide ourselves from our loving God.
I don’t believe God reveals himself in just one way. In truth I cannot conceive just how beautiful, how endlessly indescribable and loving God is. I imagine one could have any kind of relationship they choose–serious, informal, joyous, troubled, lighthearted, childish. I experience all of these, and more keep coming. Many of my gifts are similar to the things I’ve always received in life, except now I know who is sending them. Life is vastly more interesting and enjoyable when I know each new development is aimed at bringing me nearer to my father.
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I held up the stubborn pen and squinted at it. “I know you’re God’s pen, because everything belongs to him.” Late this December evening, neither myself nor my faithful pen knew what to write. Trouble was, my memory of that day held missing time. While staring at the virgin white page, I decided to write what I could remember and trust the rest to God’s pen.
As I began to write in my notebook, I had no idea that this would become the most important night of my life.
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I’ve always believed that my perfect father would be the most loving and logical being there is. Einstein knew this for a fact. In his complex equations, he glimpsed the creator’s handiwork. The perfection and love of God appeared to Einstein as the natural laws and forces that keep the planets safe in their orbits and enable the stars to create and nurture life.
Like Albert E, I did not recognize my perfect father in the world’s spiritual belief systems. In every faith I studied, the logic ultimately fell apart: my perfect loving father will harm me if I’ve been bad. Even worse, a second, evil god will attack me for no apparent reason. If the goal is to present a single, unconditionally loving creator, this reasoning doesn’t. My entire being rejected it. Continue reading My Perfect Father →