“I will be still an instant and go home.”
This world you seem to live in is not home to you. And somewhere
in your mind you know that this is true. A memory of home keeps
haunting you, as if there were a place that called you to return
although you do not recognize the Voice, nor what it is the Voice
reminds you of. Yet still you feel an alien here, from somewhere all
unknown. Nothing so definite that you could say with certainty you
are an exile here. Just a persistent feeling, sometimes not more than a
tiny throb, at other times hardly remembered, actively dismissed, but
surely to return to mind again.
No-one but knows whereof we speak. Yet some try to put by
their suffering in games they play to occupy their time, and keep
their sadness from them. Others will deny that they are sad, and do
not recognize their tears at all. Still others will maintain that what we
speak of is illusion, not to be considered more than but a dream. Yet
who in simple honesty, without defensiveness and self-deception,
would deny he understands the words we speak?
We speak today for everyone who walks this world, for he is not
at home. He goes uncertainly about in endless search, seeking in
darkness what he cannot find; not recognizing what it is he seeks. A
thousand homes he makes, yet none contents his restless mind. He
does not understand he builds in vain. The home he seeks can not be
made by him. There is no substitute for Heaven. All he ever made
was hell.
Perhaps you think it is your childhood home that you would
find again. The childhood of your body and its place of shelter are a
memory now so distorted that you merely hold a picture of a past
that never happened. Yet there is a Child in you Who seeks His
Father’s house, and knows that He is alien here. This Childhood is
eternal, with an innocence that will endure forever. Where this Child
shall go is holy ground. It is His holiness that lights up Heaven, and
that brings to earth the pure reflection of the light above, wherein are
earth and Heaven joined as one.
It is this Child in you your Father knows as His Own Son. It is
this Child Who knows His Father. He desires to go home so deeply,
so unceasingly, His voice cries unto you to let Him rest a while. He
does not ask for more than just a few instants of respite; just an
interval in which He can return to breathe again the holy air that fills
His Father’s house. You are His home as well. He will return. But give
Him just a little time to be Himself, within the peace that is His
home, resting in silence and in peace and love.
This Child needs your protection. He is far from home. He is so
little that He seems so easily shut out, His tiny Voice so readily
obscured, His calls for help almost unheard amid the grating sounds
and harsh and rasping noises of the world. Yet does He know that in
you still abides His sure protection. You will fail Him not. He will go
home, and you along with Him.
This Child is your defenselessness, your strength. He trusts in
you. He came because He knew you would not fail. He whispers of
His home unceasingly to you. For He would bring you back with
Him, that He Himself might stay, and not return again where He
does not belong and where He lives an outcast in a world of alien
thoughts. His patience has no limits. He will wait until you hear His
gentle Voice within you, calling you to let Him go in peace, along
with you, to where He is at home, and you with Him.
When you are still an instant, when the world recedes from you,
when valueless ideas cease to have value in your restless mind, then
will you hear His Voice. So poignantly He calls to you that you will
not resist Him longer. In that instant, He will take you to His home,
and you will stay with Him in perfect stillness, silent and at peace,
beyond all words, untouched by fear and doubt, sublimely certain
that you are at home.
Rest with Him frequently today. For He was willing to become
a little child that you might learn of Him how strong is he who
comes without defenses, offering only love’s messages to those who
think he is their enemy. He holds the might of Heaven in His hand
and calls them friend, and gives His strength to them that they may
see He would be Friend to them. He asks but they protect Him, for
His home is far away, and He will not return to it alone.
Christ is reborn as but a little Child each time a wanderer would
leave his home. For he must learn that what he would protect is but
this Child, Who comes defenseless and Who is protected by
defenselessness. Go home with Him from time to time today. You are
as much an alien here as He.
Take time today to lay aside your shield which profits nothing,
and lay down the spear and sword you raised against an enemy
without existence. Christ has called you friend and brother. He has
even come to you to ask your help in letting Him go home
completed and completely. He has come as does a little child who
must beseech his father for protection and for love. He rules the
universe, and yet He asks unceasingly that you return with Him, and
take illusions as your gods no more.
You have not lost your innocence. It is for this you yearn. This is
your heart’s desire. This is the voice you hear, and this the Call which
cannot be denied. The holy Child remains with you. His home is
yours. Today He gives you His defenselessness, and you accept it in
exchange for all the toys of battle you have made. And now the way
is open, and the journey has an end in sight at last. Be still a moment
and go home with Him and be at peace a while.
Britney Shawley added:
When you are still an instant, when the world recedes from you, when valueless ideas cease to have value in your restless mind, then will you hear His Voice. So poignantly He calls to you that you will not resist Him longer. In that instant He will take you to His home, and you will stay with Him in perfect stillness, silent and at peace, beyond all words, untouched by fear and doubt, sublimely certain that you are at home.
Rest with Him frequently today. For He was willing to become a little Child that you might learn of Him how strong is he who comes without defenses, offering only love's messages to those who think he is their enemy. He holds the might of Heaven in His hand and calls them friend, and gives His strength to them, that they may see He would be Friend to them. He asks that they protect Him, for His home is far away, and He will not return to it alone.
