The birds were in full symphony, chirping, singing, twittering and squawking. I wanted more of the concert, so I went out for a walk around my neighborhood, trying to achieve some level of exercise, breathe in fresh, cool air, drink in the sunrise and heed the advice of writer Julia Cameron in her most recent release “The Listening Path.” She believes that walking clears the cob-webs from muddled thinking and clarifies our ideas. She is right. It worked.
This is the dictation I took from some other higher being after returning.
We are still broken.
9/11 reminded us that we, Americans, are not the center of the universe. Thousands of loved ones who lost their lives remind us of our vulnerability as our steel and concrete exteriors came tumbling and crashing down, and remind us of our arrogance in believing we were above and beyond the virus of terrorism. It forced us to do what was long overdue – come together as a one nation, under God, to grieve and heal.
A year ago this week, a microbe reminded us that we are still not the center of the universe. Millions of loved ones who lost their lives remind us of our vulnerability as our cells, tissues, organs and body systems came tumbling and crashing down under an unseen enemy, searching for a host, and reminds us of our arrogance in believing we are above and beyond the virus of Covid-19. It forced us to do what was long over due – come together as one nation, under God, to grieve and heal.
Evil searches for a host. Let’s not let it in through division. Let’s vaccinate ourselves against fear, racism, arrogance, terrorism that have all gone viral by seeking out God. We must seek out God in order to move toward reconciliation and peace for black lives, blue lives, brown lives, orange, white and purple lives. Those answers don’t come riding on the backs of donkeys or elephants, from the government or the media, but from the blood of our Savior, shed on the cross, for ALL lives. The Gospel message equalizes and uplifts ALL lives.
We are still broken.
Help us, Jesus.