Sunday Morning VI

Another Sunday. A day set apart to write, not of man, but of God. Even the church bells collaborate. They chime at exactly the moment i begin to write.

So what can i write that would be meaningful to You?

Personally, i would share the sound of the Spring birds singing their morning song after a long winter's absence. There are parts of the world, now, which have desperate need of the Spring bird's song.

Or maybe i would share the crocuses. A first harbinger of Spring. Such a magical flower! It works so hard to push aside winter's carnage, bring us beauty, and the promise of better days ahead.

Yes! I would share the Spring bird's song and the crosuses. The Promise.

But then, and we've both heard it . . . that's the "I." In this current world, there seems to be more emphasis on the "I" than on the "You."

What would God say if we could hear Him speak? If we were very, very quiet and listened with all our ability to hear?

I do not think we hear God when we are chanting loudly in His name. I think we hear ourselves . . . chanting.

God speaks in many languages. He's THAT magical. He transcends every culture, every race, every creed, to speak directly to You in the native tongue you understand. And He doesn't miss a one of us! He speaks to us all.

Yes. It is only when we noisily proclaim to the world that we alone hear God's voice and that we are acting in His name, while we create carnage and death, that we find we haven't heard Him at all.

God is Universal.

Listen very carefully and you will hear His message of love, peace, harmony and joy.

Me? I can only share the Spring bird's song and the crocuses.
Chae