My perfect brother is totally awesome. He is Father’s firstborn son. My soul, who says she’s my sister, and my whole family is with me all of the time. I hear my big brother’s voice in lots of ways, but mostly in my right ear. Sister talks in my left ear. She’s being super quiet right now, because Brother is speaking to us.
Jesus called the children to him and said: “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.”
Whether or not we accept God’s Name, all of us share it. So why does it feel so awkward to say “My Father” in public?
“Every Being In The Universe” – KPAX, 2001
What does it mean to accept God’s Name? Many faiths tell us the Name is ours by birthright. Why then does it seem odd to assert direct lineage to God—and much more proper to honor our human fathers?
“Because you offend those who don’t believe what you believe,” the human world explains. I see. So it’s better to please other humans and cast aside my real Father? By itself, belief in a creator is not “religion.” What’s more, a great many people view themselves as a “child of God.” But just imagine telling someone in the grocery store what your Father in heaven said to you last night. Once in a while I do this. My hope is that when I accept God’s Name as a normal, everyday thing for myself, so might others. Someone asked us to do this a while back. And he didn’t seem particularly concerned about offending people:
“Do not call anyone on earth ‘father,’ for you have one Father, and he is in heaven.” Matthew 23:9
My rather unsettling journey into chaos raises an important truth. Those seeking spiritual wisdom need only ask God for help. When I did so, I also asked Father to show me the kingdom of God. I’m fairly sure that I didn’t say “kingdoms,” but that’s what I got. There exists an infinite number of kingdoms. Some are ruled by living beings, some by God, and at least one realm doesn’t seem to have a ruler.
That would be chaos. Imagine yourself cast adrift in a realm where thought does not exist. Whose name will you call on when you can’t remember your own?