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The Presence of Life removes the dust of little things from the garments. The Presence of Love infuses the soul with a new thought: "By Thy grace I AM Love." Thus does the self stand aside and the Eternal Presence consummate the mystical union between souls.
Purpose is not conspiracy. Purpose is fulfillment of the nature of Love - service. To love is to serve. He that is great in service is perfected in love. The saints gathered small stones until their strength grew, and then they carried the larger stones to build the temple. From the base of the mountain we have seen them rise, and it is a joyous occasion as the light upon the face of the shining ones shows that hope has been fulfilled in purpose.
Sorrow for the masses who remain on the plain is glue. They have made their choices, and opportunity lives on within its cycle phases. Those who choose the Spirit will, like a flashing arrow of light, penetrate the substance of darkness and part its curtained veil.
There can be no continual compromise with destructivity. The world lingers now in her cups, and the bar of justice is crowded. The stars fall to the earth in a shower, and these other men of light are ignored with their messages of hope and regeneration.
Heaven is stirred to renew the conflict of the ages in the battle for the minds and souls of men; and if the children of Belial are wiser in their own generation than the children of light, we shall not endure it. In the councils of light we shall produce an alteration this hour. God has spoken and flourished a planet, a verdant home of wondrous natural cycles. The magnetism of his thought, as a keenly whetted blade, flashes to cut down the weeds of purposeless nonsense.
The man with the hoe aerates the earth and the latter rain falleth. There is no darkness that the light cannot penetrate save the loosely knit perceptions of men whose free will weaves a wall of rejection around itself. Those who reject the power of the Spirit, those who by reason of insensitivity and perdition say to the power of light, "You are of the power of darkness," shall have that recompense within themselves. For the glory of God belongs unto man and for this reason did God create man that he might endow him with the divine nature.
The best things in life are truly free, and freedom is the best thing in life. Freedom to us is the freedom to create and to fan liberty until in the blaze the imaginings and vanity of the people is shown up in retrospect as a viper to be consumed, to be burned, to be no more! How long would men carelessly seek to preserve those values which are meaningless, destructive, purposeless and rebellious, carnal in their origin and leading to the ashes of bitterness in futility?
Let all men, then, perceive that God has created a magnificent opportunity for all. There are no men and women upon the planet who cannot raise their heads in hope and face their God, saying at any age in the tenderness of the reaffirmation of the covenant, "By thy leave, O God." Such humility and assignation returns to the Father the right hand of purpose. Surely it is his will, as soon as the son has demonstrated proficiency with the bow, to hand to him the quiver and the arrow and say, "The universe is thine."
It is simply a matter of mastery. Demonstrate proficiency in spiritual things and unify the wholeness of your life expression. If you have talent, employ it in the salvation of men.
Let those in art seek those art forms
That ennoble the Spirit,
That inspire mothers with child
Until their dreams can be of finer things
That, floating softly in the air,
Do tell of man's command of prayer,
To speak the Word and see it be
A thing of joy for all to see,
A radiant form of happiness
A child could press onto his breast
And feel a surge of comfort there
Because it spoke eternal care.
God loves you here and loves you there,
The universe is now your home -
Where'er you go, where'er you roam
Your God is there, you are his son -
A spark of light he made - well done.
No more is tarnish on your soul
A plan unfolds: it is the goal
Be still, my child, and fret no more -
Your heart is now forevermore
God's open door.
Then step right through
And see the world he'd have you view -
A passport to great majesty
A mantle wear; your freedom be,
And go or come beneath his hand
Your life's secure; then by God stand!
Creator-son and master of
The world below and up above -
He made you then and loves you still
But you must find his holy will.
The key to Being is thine own -
You asked for bread, he gives no stone -
Save Rock of ages, Christ the Light,
Through him who vanishes our night.
The day eternal shows the way -
The game of life to play
As we uphold the Law of Good
We'll understand life as we should
And fear will go and all that's bad
That caused us to be sometimes sad:
The light will raise us from the sod
And seat us on the throne of God.
I AM is Being all secure -
I AM is Being, all that's pure,
I AM is Life as perfect plan -
I AM is God who dwells in man.
Beloved ones, see in this poem from my heart the ideals that are sometimes put aside and forgotten at the moment when they are most needed. Meditate on these things and may you ever remain, in the harvest of your life or in the springtime, one who seeks to serve without the mania of egotism that so often hurts one's brothers needlessly. Be the comfort of good will to men, and in thy being witness the staunchness of God, rising and raising thy life into the folds of its spiritual identity, into regenerative effort.
In the tenderness of the Infinite, I remain