God Does Not Lie, nor Die. Thursday's Homily for the Devout 8, to Ruby Jean Richert
"Behold! I am with you always, even unto the end of time." (Matthew, 28:20)
A Dedication, to my very dear friend Ruby
There is a very beautiful story of a devotee who has just returned from his Spiritual Master's presence. He had just listened to a most inspiring talk called, "God is Everything," and he was filled with spiritual fervour. Suddenly, he heard a loud voice and looking up, he saw an elephant rider shouting at him: "Get out of the way!"
"What!" The young man said. "Didn't my Master say that God is everything!" So he stood where he was and was mauled by the elephant. After some time lying between life and death and with the Master's Grace, he recovered, only to call the Master a liar.
"Master," He said. "Didn't you say that God was everything! If so, then why did the elephant trampled me down?"
"God does not lie." Responded the Master. "Indeed, He was also in the voice of the Mahut, begging you to get out of the way." The young devotee understood.
"The earth is the Lord's and its fullness thereof, and they that dwell there in it." (Psalm, 24:1)
"What! Know ye not that you are the temple of God, that the Spirit of God dwells in you and that you are not your own?" (1 Corinthians, 3:16)
Finally, the Psalmist David gives us this message in a most illumining way: "Yea! 'Though I walk in through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for Thou art with me, Thy rod and Thy staff shall comfort me.
Surely goodness and mercy shall guide me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord, forever." (Psalm 23:4 plus)
It is much easier to serve and love God in humans, whom we can see, than to love and serve a God we cannot see. This was the wisdom of the Apostle Paul and it sounds good to me. For the atheist, there is no God, but many are very kind and loving. They embrace their children, do good deeds and are sometimes very creative and holistic.
When we worry too much about semantics, it affects our judgement and we can easily carry disdain for our fellow humans. What does it matter if we know scriptures by heart, believe or don't believe in a God, but feel no Love inside? We are better of dead, then. We have eyes to see and yet we do not see. Thomas A Kempis was very wise.
There is a way of seeing without competition. This way we do not say our children is first and God second, rather we see them as one … as the Spirit dwelling within the Heart, like Christ said.
We do not say that you have many Gods and I have my Jesus, The Christ, but we see them as One. We do not say that the God of Islam will die, but I have a living God. The Absolute Supreme Beloved does not die and lives in All. So when I see my daughter, I am seeing God and when I serve her with all my Heart, I'm serving a Higher Reality.
A dead cat is simply a lump of flesh as is any pet. So why do we love them? We are actually loving the 'thing' that gives them all these playful modes, that keeps them ticking, to give us joy. See the compassion of heaven?
So yes, no need to compete, God does not die and is in all things. He lives in my son and in my daughter also. When I need help, it is He who responds in the Hearts of those who answer my call. Like David, He walks in my abyss as well as in my happiness. I am therefore never alone! When we truly know this, there is no need for semantics … no need to beat ourselves up, for the Mother never truly leaves us.
So I see God in my daughter and all my children, serving and loving them even more, while knowing that they are made in the image of Spirit … indeed are Spirit. Nothing really dies. The absence of the moon, is merely a temporary shadow for the Light to come. A drought may bring heavy casualties, but rain finally falls and produces an abundant harvest.
Adversity and suffering can be so painful! Yet talk to those who have suffered 20 years later and many would tell us how much they have learned. Everything happens from the perspective of a Higher plan. Nothing is haphazard and the Universe is beautiful and kind. Doesn't she gives us food, water, air, fire, ether?
Mother Earth is constantly trampled upon and yet, like the laden tree, she is always bending and offering her fruits to us. How astonishing! Look at the lilies of the field, of how they grow, yet even Solomon in all his glory, was not arrayed like any one of them. Paraphrased from (Matthew, 6:28)
So God does not die. Everything has a reason, a purpose or a cause. It is all sown in seed form somewhere ... while I can appreciate that it may not always be clear to us, the universe is unfolding as it should … in its own time and in Love's own way. Grace cannot be rushed.
I am enclosing a poem on Parting. The first part is taken from and old poem called No Guide to Grief and the addition includes the message that nothing ever dies and is designed to instill hope. I trust you like this offering for another Thursday's Homily for the Devout. Let us continue to strive to do all things in Love, for the One who dwells within. Alleyuia! Glory be!
Here at the funeral parlour, I stood
Over my mother’s casket, and watched her face.
A sweetness had descended, from the great
Void of Emptiness and kissed her cheeks.
On the Elysian lap of death, she travelled,
But Love caressed her Spirit;
Hid unseen within the stillness of her breath.
What Light she exuded; what radiance!
The poignancy of the music touched me,
And my Heart remembered her fortitude; her sacrifice.
My tears travelled four thousand miles,
Only to drop, like dew, in this sacred sanctuary.
Time flew, like the Phoenix, to the eternal gate,
Yet my mother’s Essence lingered, exuding the Peace of Heaven.
Today my soul-bird cried copiously,
And my younger sister, not seeing me like this before,
Dropped her head unto my shoulders and wept with me.
Moses parted the red sea, but from this came deliverance
Man has always strived for beauty, and will continue,
Like Icarus, to reach for the Temple of the Celestials.
A stone did die and rose again a plant;
A plant did die and rose again an animal.
Why then should we doubt, the rise of a spark named ‘human?’
Listen to the singing of sparrows, canaries and nightingales,
Of how their lyrics seem to fade with the sunset.
Don’t they dance on the lap of each new dawn,
Kissing our Hearts with their enchanting symphonies?
You are this music; you are these songs.
Look at the petunias, camellias’ and hyacinths … at how
They make merry and glow. They seem to wither and die,
Yet rise again in the breath of another glorious spring.
Why then all this sunset despair, when
Life will definitely give us, another luminous sunrise?
You are beautiful! So much more bewildering than the
Moon and stars? You are a child of the infinite –
A unique dream and living miracle of Light.
So what if you are stripped of your outer garments?
You are so much more than the golden Beings,
Sitting in the citadel of the sun.
Joseph was thrown into a well of suffering,
Yet rose again to glory in his Father’s Kingdom.
Daniel was cast into a den of lions, but Love
Encircled the lair, with its magical breath of Peace.
Parting, my Empress, is like thunder – a troublesome noise,
Only to herald the advent of the supernal Light to come.
Whether its thorns are human or ethereal, it is only
A temporary shadow … a necessary pearl, preparing the
Jeweller, for the immeasurable diamonds, yet to adore.
Moses waved a magical staff and parted the red sea, an act
Which lead ultimately, to the deliverance of his people.
So rise, my Queen; let go your sorrows and dream big, as the
Beloved awaits in the Shrine of the soul, to welcome you Home.
Manatita, The Lantern Carrier, 20th November, 2019
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