C 2: III. The Altar of God, P 5

III. The Altar of God, P 5

5 The children of God are entitled to the perfect comfort that comes from perfect trust. Until they achieve this, they waste themselves and their true creative powers on useless attempts to make themselves more comfortable by inappropriate means. But the real means are already provided, and do not involve any effort at all on their part. The Atonement is the only gift that is worthy of being offered at the altar of God, because of the value of the altar itself. It was created perfect and is entirely worthy of receiving perfection. God and His creations are completely dependent on Each Other. He depends on them because He created them perfect.  He gave them His peace so they could not be shaken and could not be deceived. Whenever you are afraid you are deceived, and your mind cannot serve the Holy Spirit. This starves you by denying you your daily bread. God is lonely without His Sons, and they are lonely without Him. They must learn to look upon the world as a means of healing the separation. The Atonement is the guarantee that they will ultimately succeed.

Journal

I pretended to be less than what I am. I pretended to be that for so long that even I believed it. I sit here in the middle of a feast and suffer famine. I sit here in perfect safety and suffer fear. I sit here in Love, and feel that I am bereft of comfort. Dear God, hear my prayer. I would wake up and see what is before me, all around me, in me. I would no longer be deceived.

The perfect plan has been designed to wake me gently from my dream of suffering and sacrifice. The Atonement is in place and I but need to accept it to experience its healing effects. I forgive. I forgive over and over again until finally, I realize what it means to forgive and with that realization comes an insatiable appetite for forgiveness.

This morning everything makes me laugh. I laugh that I still must forgive this little thing and that little thing. How am I still so blind to the blazing light of truth that I still believe there is some little thing separate from some other little thing that needs forgiveness? How can I so easily forget that it is all the same?

And isn’t it hilarious that I know this and yet, Myron goes out into the world and feels attacked and put upon, and fearful and ashamed and all the other ridiculous stuff that is part of the experience of separation. And then I laugh again as I realize that I am the one who sees Myron do this so I cannot be Myron. I laugh to realize that the more I do this, the less at stake I have in this story of Myron, and the easier it is to forgive.

Really, laughter just bubbles out of me with abandon this morning.

Oh Spirit, help me remember today. I mean after I leave the silence of your presence and immerse myself in the daily stuff of life in the illusion, help me remember who I am. Help me remember the purpose I have accepted. Help me remember to forgive it all. But mostly, help me remember today to laugh. When I think of the ridiculous state I am in, I must either laugh or cry. I am tired of crying and would prefer to laugh now.

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