Lord, When I Feel That What I'm

The Splendor Of A Human Heart That Trusts It Is Loved Unconditionally Gives God More Pleasure Than Westminster Cathedral, The Sistine Chapel, Beethoven’s “ninth Symphony”, Van Gogh’s “sunflowers”, The Sight Of 10,000 Butterflies In Flight, Or The Scent Of A Million Orchids In Bloom. Trust Is Our Gift Back To God, And He Finds It So Enchanting That Jesus Died For Love Of It.

For Several Centuries, The Celtic Church Of Ireland Was Spared The Greek Dualism Of Matter And Spirit. They Regarded The World With The Clear Vision Of Faith. When A Young Celtic Monk Saw His Cat Catch A Salmon Swimming In Shallow Water, He Cried, "the Power Of The Lord Is In The Paw Of The Cat!

If We Maintain The Open-mindedness Of Children, We Challenge Fixed Ideas And Established Structures, Including Our Own. We Listen To People In Other Denominations And Religions. We Don't Find Demons In Those With Whom We Disagree. We Don't Cozy Up To People Who Mouth Our Jargon. If We Are Open, We Rarely Resort To Either-or: Either Creation Or Evolution, Liberty Or Law, Sacred Or Secular, Beethoven Or Madonna. We Focus On Both-and, Fully Aware That God's Truth Cannot Be Imprisoned In A Small Definition.

We Are Enveloped In Peace, Whether Or Not We Feel Ourselves To Be At Peace. By That I Mean The Peace That Passes Understanding Is Not A Subjective Sensation Of Peace; If We Are In Christ, We Are In Peace Even When We Feel No Peace.

When A Man Or Woman Is Truly Honest, It Is Virtually Impossible To Insult Them Personally.