And upon a day, while walking among the flowers of
his teacher’s garden, did the child speak unto the Mystic:
“Some men claim that this life
is the darkness of a curse,
and a punishment to be endured
for all our wicked ways.
Oh Mystic, what say you of life?”
And the Mystic answered:
“I say that life is neither a curse nor a punishment,
But a rose filled with the beauty of desire.
The stem of the rose is your life upon this earth,
The thorns, painful lessons you bring unto
yourself, that you might learn.
The leaves are those joys that enter
your life with the tenderness of an unseen Love.
Curse not the sorrow of your thorns,
for the deeper they cut unto the heart of
your being, the greener the leaves of joy shall be.
The tiny bud is your soul, waiting to
bloom with the truth of God among its petals.
Slowly will your flower unfold,
that you might not become lost
within the fragrance of its secret.
And when the rose is at the height of its beauty,
Shall you not see the pureness of God
smiling from the very center of your Being ?”
Today you are hungry…
…along comes a man that gives you food to eat,
but tomorrow your hunger arises yet again,
demanding to be fed.
Along comes another man who feeds your Eternal-Self,
thus freeing you from the hunger of illusion.
Which of these two men brings forth the greater gift
to all mankind?
As we give forth our gifts to our brother and sister souls,
we must do so without any expectation;
rather that we take a lesson in giving from the trees,
bearing fruit for all to eat…
from the time they are born until the day that they die,
their only desire is to give forth the sweetness of Life
to all who pass their way.
When we attach any sort of expectation to even our kindest
thought, it ceases to be a gift and becomes instead, a debt
to pay…no longer a blessing but rather a burden to bear.
Is this not the reason so many human relationships fail?
If our own expectations are attached to our emotions
then the gift of love becomes only the tie that bind…
‘I love you.’ then exists as a contract to honor or to break
‘Because I love you, I expect you to act accordingly.
I expect this for that.’
When our loved ones fail to live up to our own expectations,
the relationship tends to suffer.
Expectation is the food which gives rise to yet a more demanding hunger.
Unconditional Love is the sweetness of Life that feeds your Eternal-Self.
♣ Daniel J. Miller ♣
* GOD’S INVISIBLE BREATH *
The man whispered,
“God, speak to me.”
And a meadowlark sang.
But the man did not hear.
God’s Mighty yet Gentle Calling
So the man yelled,
“God, speak to me!”
And the thunder rolled across the sky.
But the man did not listen.
The man looked around and said,
“God, let me see you.”
And a star shone brightly.
But the man did not notice.
God’s Light in the Dark .. A Sign He’s always there
And the man shouted,
“God, show me a miracle!”
And a life was born.
But the man did not know.
So, the man cried out in despair.
“Touch me God, and let me know that you are here!”
Whereupon God reached down and touched the man.
But the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on.
God’s Gentle Touch; Unheeded by Man
Don’t miss out on a blessing because
it isn’t packaged the way you expect.
*An Old Hindu Poem*
”If we (freely) admit that we have sinned and confess our sins, He is faithful and just
(true to His own nature and promises) and will forgive our sins (dismiss our lawlessness)
and (continuously) cleanse us from all unrighteousness (everything not in conformity to
His will in purpose, thought, and action)”
(1 John 1:9)
If we confess our sins, he is faithful and righteous so as to forgive us our
sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. – NWT
Cleaning the oven is not my favorite thing to do. In fact, it slides down to bottom of my
“to do” list several times before I actually make it a priority. I know I am not the only
person who feels this way. The owner of the house we moved into obviously disliked
cleaning ovens even more than I do. It was very dirty and hadn’t been cleaned for a
long time. I put it through the self-clean cycle then used SOS pads to clean the build
up around the edges. But the build up on the front bottom part of the oven and door
were so caked on that I had to take a screwdriver to scratch it off.
Finally it was clean.
As I was scrubbing the oven, I compared the dirty oven with our hearts. People can’t
see inside our ovens, or our hearts, but God can and it can be pretty dirty. I remember
so vividly the time when I asked Jesus into my life at the age of 12. I asked Him to
forgive my sins. He cleansed me and I felt so clean. At the age of 30, I learned about
spiritual breathing (confessing our sins and appropriating the Holy Spirit). I learned
I could be “clean” all the time – moment by moment.
However, sometimes we become so busy that we don’t spend time daily with the
Lord and His Word. We become sloppy and accumulate ungodly habits that are like
the caked on grease at the bottom of my oven. You have to work at getting rid of those.
Worry, ungratefulness, critical attitudes, etc. We need to confess them immediately
and begin thanking the Lord for all His blessings, start thinking “good, pure thought”
and focus our thoughts on God and His sufficiency.
If we spend quiet time with the Lord and His Word, He will point them out to us.
Many, many times a day, we have to do this to change our ungodly habits.
Don’t let your oven (heart) get dirty – keep it clean.
What are your “caked on” habits?
Admit your sins and He will cleanse you.
*** Katherine Kehler ***
A girl in love asked her boyfriend:
“Tell me, who do you love most in this world?”
“You, of course!”
“In your heart, what am I to you?”
The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and said,
“You are my rib. In the Bible, it was said that God saw that Adam was
lonely. During his sleep, God took one of Adam’s rib and created Eve.
Every man has been searching for his missing rib. Only when you find
the woman of your life will you no longer feel the lingering ache in
After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy
life for a while. However, the youthful couple began to
drift apart due to the busy schedule of life and the
never-ending worries of daily problems. Their life became
mundane. All the challenges posed by the harsh realities
of life began to gnaw away at their dreams and love for
The couple began to have more quarrels, and each quarrel
became more heated.
One day, after a quarrel, the girl ran out of the house.
At the opposite side of the road, she shouted, “You don’t love me!”
The boy hated her childishness, and out of impulse retorted,
“Maybe it was a mistake for us to be together!
You were never my missing rib!”
Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while.
He regretted what he said, but words spoken are like thrown
away water — you can never take them back. With tears, she
went home to pack her things and was determined on
breaking up. Before she left the house, the girl said,
“If I’m really not your missing rib, then please let me go.”
She continued, “It is less painful this way. Let us go on
our separate ways and search for our own partners.”
Five years went by. He never remarried but he had tried
to find out about her life indirectly. She had left the country
and came back. She had married a foreigner and divorced.
He felt anguished that she never waited for him. In the dark
and lonely night, he lit his cigarette and felt the lingering
ache in his heart. He couldn’t bring himself to admit that
he was missing her.
One day they finally met — at the airport — a place where
there were many reunions and good-byes. He was going
away on a business trip. She was standing there alone,
with just the security door separating them. She smiled
at him gently.
(b): “How are you?”
(g): “I’m fine. How about you. Have you
found your missing rib?”
(g): “I’ll be flying to New York on the next flight.”
(b): “I’ll be back in 2 weeks time.”
(g): “Give me a call when you get back. You know my number.
Nothing has changed.”
With a smile, she turned around and waved good-bye.
One week later, he heard of her death. She had perished in
New York — in the event that shocked the world.
Midnight. Once again, he lit his cigarette. And like before,
he felt the lingering ache in his heart. He finally knew that
she was the missing rib that he had so carelessly broken.
Take away LOVE and our earth is a tomb.
– Robert Browning
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the
hour of separation.
– Kahlil Gibran
Breaking up is just like having the worst nightmare after
having the best dream.
Sometimes people say things out of moments of fury.
Most often than not, the outcome could be disastrous and
detrimental. We vent our frustrations 99% at our loved ones.
And even though we know that we ought to “think twice and
act wisely,” it’s often easier said than done.
Things happen each day, many of which are beyond our
control. Let us treasure every moment and everyone in
our lives. Tomorrow may never come. Give and accept
what you have today.
“Men stumble over pebbles, never over mountains.”
– Emilie Cady
High in the mountains was a monastery that had once been
known throughout the world.
Its monks were pious, its students were enthusiastic.
The chants from the monastery’s chapel deeply touched
the hearts of people who came there to pray and meditate.
But, something had changed.
Fewer and fewer young men came to study there;
fewer and fewer people came for spiritual nourishment.
The monks who remained became disheartened and sad.
Deeply worried, the abbot of the monastery went off in search of an answer.
Why had his monastery fallen on such hard times?
The abbot came to a guru, and he asked the master,
“Is it because of some sin of ours that the monastery is no longer full of vitality?”
“Yes,” replied the master, “it is the sin of ignorance.”
“The sin of ignorance?” questioned the abbot.
“Of what are we ignorant?”
The guru looked at the abbot for a long, long time, and then he said,
“One of you is the messiah in disguise.
But, you are all ignorant of this.”
Then, the guru closed his eyes, and he was silent.
“The messiah?” thought the abbot. “
The messiah is one of us?
Who could it be?
Could it be Brother Cook?
Could it be Brother Treasurer?
Could it be Brother Bell-Ringer?
Could it be Brother Vegetable Grower?
“Which one? Which one?
Every one of us has faults, failings, human defects.
Isn’t the messiah supposed to be perfect?
But, then, perhaps these faults and failings are part of his disguise.
Which one? Which one?”
When the abbot returned to the monastery, he gathered all the monks
together and told them what the guru had said.
“One of us?
But, the master had spoken, and the master was never wrong.
“One of us?
But, it must be so.
Which one? Which one?
That brother over there?
That one? That one?”
Whichever one of the monks was the messiah,
he was, surely, in disguise.
Not knowing who amongst them was the messiah,
all the monks began treating each other with new respect.
“You never know,” they thought, “ he might be the one,
so I had better deal with him kindly.”
It was not long before the monastery was filled with new found joy.
Soon, new students came to learn, and people came
from far and wide to be inspired
by the chants of the kind, smiling monks.
For once again, the monastery was filled with the spirit of love.
Moral : The world would be a beautiful and much better
place if all of humanity would treat each other kindly and
respectfully without hypocrisy and giving of each other with
the spirit of love without any judgment.