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A Little Faith

I’m going to be brief tonight. :^). He says. So is the plan. I got a very nice little article today from Steve Goodier which I’ve reprinted below. I’ll be back after that.

A LITTLE FAITH

The temporary church-school teacher was struggling to open a combination lock on the supply cupboard. She thought that perhaps
she’d forgotten the correct combination, so she went to the pastor’s study and asked for help.

The minister came into the room and began to turn the dial. After the first two numbers he paused and stared blankly for a moment. Then he lifted his eyes upward and whispered something too faint to be heard. He finally turned back to the lock, entered the final number and opened it.

The teacher was amazed. “I’m in awe at your faith, Pastor,” she said.

“It’s really nothing,” he answered. “The number is taped to the ceiling.”

Of course, he still may have been a man of great faith. Or he may have been a man of little faith. Not that it matters, for even a little faith can move a mountain-sized obstacle.

Often, if we just begin with a tiny bit of belief and fertilize it with desire, even some of the most impossible obstacles imaginable can
be surmounted and some of the most outlandish aspirations can be realized. Just a little belief, firmly held, can accomplish a great
thing.

Many Warsaw Jews died during the German occupation of their city during World War II. But some survived, and some were sustained by faith. During those dark years, an unknown hand wrote this graffiti on a Warsaw ghetto wall:

I believe in the sun, even if it does not shine.
I believe in love, even if I do not feel it.
I believe in God, even if I do not see Him.

Faith, little or great, can make a big difference.

— Steve Goodier

Now then, I have a song that Jenna’s brought to my mind, many times over the past weeks, from Sarah, of course, and I will be back after it, :^).

Answer

At the end of the line
I will be there for you
While you take the time
In the burning of uncertainty
I will be your solid ground
I will hold the balance
If you can’t look down

If it takes my whole life
I won’t break, I won’t bend
It will all be worth it
Worth it in the end
‘Cause I can only tell you what I know
That I need you in my life
And when the stars have all gone out
You’ll still be burning so bright

Cast me gently
Into morning
For the night has been unkind
Take me to a
A place so holy
That I can wash this from my mind
The memory of choosing not to fight

If it takes my whole life
I won’t break, I won’t bend
It will all be worth it
Worth it in the end
‘Cause I can only tell you what I know
That I need you in my life
And when the stars have all burned out
You’ll still be burning so bright

Cast me gently
Into morning
For the night has been unkind

Now, a quote from Book 1, page 52:

“…Such was Jesus’ compassion that he begged for a way – and created it – to so impact the world that all might come to heaven (self-realization) – if in no other way, then through him. For he defeated misery, and death. And so might you.”

Okay, that is it for quotes and songs tonight. All I intend do now is make an observation. Elsewhere in books 1 and 2 God says, ALL souls are masters, we simply do not remember this as we experience our life in this realm. Indeed the point of this life IS to experience it as we do and decide what we wish to be in response to the world around us. I make no claim to sainthood, lol, I am as far from that as I am from home, but what Jenna has told me about the light experiences is so simple. In its own way, it is the same thing Jesus did. If you cannot believe in life after life on your own, then read and understand what I have written in the light stories. They are true, each and every word. If you cannot have faith on your own, then perhaps, you can have it through what I have written there, through what I have seen. I have absolute certainty that THIS is not all there is through those experiences. Has that changed my life? You know, no, not really. I didn’t connect the dots until I was 46 and had the third experience and it has taken me many years past that to understand that what I saw is where we come from, what I felt is what home feels like ALL the time. That feeling is more powerful than the strongest drug, though I will admit during one of my procedures, fentanyl, a drug 80 times more potent than morphine, produced a sense of well-being, peace, that flickered around the edge of what I felt in the presence of those lights. The difference was that the drug produced drowsiness, a desire to sleep, while the lights produced only an overpowering sense of well-being, love, all encompassing love – much more powerful than the drug, so strong its effect on me – with NO drug of any kind in my system, just me, and those lights. So, perhaps, all I am meant to do is share that experience, as I have, and perhaps some may find that though they struggle to find faith in their own lives, that through my experience, they might feel just a bit safer, a bit less fearful of what comes after life, and maybe even, just a bit less fearful of living the life they are here now. That doesn’t feel like enough for me, giggle, and Jen says it isn’t, but if it was? I could go home tonight and be pleased with what I have done here. Share. Just share what I know, what I saw, what I felt. Though that isn’t happening tonight, were it so, I would leave content. As it is, there are paths yet to walk, Jen tells me, so I will walk with her a while longer, but I wanted to tell YOU, she wanted me to tell you, what I have here in this long, brief, paragraph. much love, :^) gene

If today brings even one choice your way
choose to be a bringer of the light :^) gene