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THE TRUE DESTINATION
Nowhere to go
No need to go anywhere
Sit where you are
Simply follow your heart
HEAVENLY BAKER
HEAVENLY BAKER
He gives us
Every morn
Our daily bread
And keeps it light
By having his sun
Rise in the yeast
NOTES
I can never decide whether God is a writer or a musician. All I know is that I keep finding notes and hearing notes all over the place. Although I have a general sense of what they are intended to communicate I do not seem to be able to interpret them to my complete satisfaction. For a start, I cannot even decide whether whoever is leaving them for me is a male or a female, but I believe that could be quite significant. I suppose I will just have to keep on examining each note as closely as I can, and hoping for some divine inspiration.
CAPTURE
Mary enjoyed going to the little Sunday school every Sunday while her mummy and daddy stayed on in the big church for the sermon. She thought “Jesus first, yourself last, and others in between” was very clever, because it hid a secret important idea inside a small word and used its letters to help you remember it. She knew what “joy” meant. It was sort of tingly and friendly and made her smile and want to jump about. Singing often made her feel joy. One of her favourites was “Jesus wants me for a sunbeam”. It had a lovely tune. She knew about sunbeams. She had sat in them on sunny days, or stretched out her hand so that a sunbeam would fall on it. Sunbeams were warm and friendly. She sometimes thought about what she should do to be a sunbeam, if that was something Jesus wanted her to do. She wanted to do something for him. He sounded so nice, always helping people or explaining things to them, giving them food and making them better when they were ill. She wanted to be like him when she grew up. She would be warm and friendly like a sunbeam, help people and look after them. She smiled at that thought and, yes, it did make her feel joy. She understood! She decided she would listen carefully every Sunday to what the teacher was saying and see what other important ideas she could learn.
One Sunday morning, after singing and a prayer, the teacher started to talk about God. Mary found the things she was saying very interesting and tried to understand what she was hearing, but she wasn’t quite clear about all of it. When the teacher finished her talk she asked the class if anyone had any questions. Mary put her hand up.
“Yes Mary.”
“Is that right, that God is everywhere in the whole world?”
“Yes, that’s right.
“So is He even here, in this room?”
“That’s right.”
Mary picked up the empty jam jar that was sitting on the table in front of her. They were going to do some painting later.
“And is He even in this jam jar?”
“Yes, Mary. That’s right.”
Mary clapped her hand over the top of the jar, sealing it tight.
“Got Him!” she exclaimed with a big smile.
GRATITUDE
I am striving
To be grateful
For everything
And everything else
I return daily
To see
If it is still here
And it is
And it is enough
Thank you
For everything
And everything else
TRANSCENDENCE AND IMMANENCE
The Transcendent is the Hand of God;
The Immanent is when She tickles us on the inside with the tips of Her fingers.
SOME FOLK GET THERE EASY
SOME FOLK GET THERE EASY
Some folk get there easy
Some folk get there slow
But God is standing back to back
And there’s nowhere else to go
THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE?
THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE?
There was once a man who decided, in order to give structure and purpose to his life, that he would try to find himself. To this end he devoted the whole of his available time and energy. He read many books, attended courses and seminars of all kinds and travelled many miles to sit at the feet of great teachers and learned men. Eventually he grew old and died and ascended to heaven. Like every new arrival, he was called for an audience with God, who enquired of him whether he had been successful in his quest.
“Not really,” replied the man ruefully.
“Well,” said God, “I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you another shot. This time, see if you can work out who’s doing the looking.”
The Book Of Guff 