Honesty with ourselves and God

illuminAs much as we would all love to be thoroughly loving all the time, we would be less than honest if we claimed we are. In fact, we are all thrown curve balls in the form of people and situations we are tempted to judge. How otherwise would we grow but by growing through such challenges to our capacity to love?
        Our prayer work demands that we be rigorously honest with ourselves and God. We must be willing, with His help, to pluck from our minds every nonloving, critical, judgmental thought. …
        Let us continue to search our own minds for the hidden places where we still deny love. Perhaps we learned loveless attitudes from our parents, or from experiences in the past. Wherever we picked up judgmental attitudes, they do not serve us now. They do not serve God or the creation of a new world, and serving God is our only goal. To serve God is to think with love. In prayerful request, let us give up all thoughts that are not of love.
        Every morning, every evening, let us search our minds for the judgments we still hold, for the unforgivenesses, the places where we do not love. The ego is sly and insidious. It takes discipline and vigilance to do the mental work necessary to purify our hearts. Honesty with ourselves and God, and the willingness to be healed by Him, form the crux of the pilgrim’s journey.

The Silence of Angels

       angel letters  What are we to make of the silence—or near silence—of these ministering, anonymous spirits? It serves. Indeed in the encounters of near accidents and flat tires (and I received many such accounts) we are aware that what makes the “angel” different is his dignity: he does not chat. It is as if human language takes too much energy.
         In other encounters, however, you hear that angels do speak, briefly, and always in the native language of the person hearing it; and sometimes they laugh or smile or play, and sometimes they are heard to sing.
         There is another compelling aspect to these stories. The angel comes, often in human form, does its work . . . and disappears.