Glory to the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit.
You’ve given me to be one of those people who get headaches, and I’ve had all kinds. Dull, ice-pick, tension, stress, heat, sinus, barometric, migraine.
You’ve also given me a gift of healing. Now, I know how that works. The truth is, I don’t do anything. I just call upon you. I tend to practice this gift with others. I’m not very good at using it for myself. That seems to take extra energy, extra effort. How quickly I forget that you are ever-present and that strength through you knows no bounds.
I’m reminded of your love and compassion in the faces of those who are guests in our country this weekend, especially in the one who is our guest in our home. Their people have known suffering I cannot imagine, and she practices and lives in her faith and beliefs in a way I can only admire. Somehow in her journey she has found part of Your Mystery, has reached a point of not understanding, and yet the trust in You is called upon and overrides any slightest hint of doubt, if, indeed, there ever was any. She doesn’t falter; she does blossom.
I was asked questions, too, about my beliefs. What it boils down to is that I have more to learn about the Bible, about our history and creeds, but I have a solid grasp on the core of my faith. I truly believe it’s the core of any faith, that God is about Love — love to God, love to self and others through, for, and as God. This is practiced and appears as compassion, and it is Good.
Thank you for showing us the way of compassion through the great Teachers, Christ and Muhammed be praised.
Bless our home with radical hospitality. Bless me with strength and healing. Bless us all who strive to walk in your way, whichever path we take.
As it was in the beginning, is now, and will be forever. Amen.