“For all His Creations of which I’m a Part”

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“For all His creations of which I’m a part, yes, I know Heavenly Father loves me.”

I listened to the little birds chirping on my fence today. I watched as they hopped in the grass for bugs…

I saw in the birds that love keeps them alive. They are loved, and they love their existence. It is loving life that keeps things alive. That is the love of god flowing through them.

What does the little bird love? To chirp, to move, to capture insects, and to harvest seeds from the meadow’s abundance… such is the spirit of a little boy.

What of the frog that loves its mud and gunk, to float and swim and croak? I see my child’s muck covered shoes by the door.

I see the buck with his five tined antlers, and think of my grappling fingers… to wrestle is the spirit of the deer.

The tree stands in meditation, pouring forth abundance like a grandparent… the spirit of the tree is in the sages.

What does it mean to be Adam placed in the Garden?

What does it mean that God came in the form of a man to “save” the world?

“For God so loved the World that he gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him shall have eternal life.”

God so loves creation, the WORLD – not mankind alone… that He sent a man to give eternal life…

I am often amazed simply to be alive, now, in these magical times of ease and technology and safety; born to a well-off family during an unprecedented period of peace. What could be more perfect? What are the odds? It seems so unlikely that I would be so luckily born as only myself, that I almost must conclude that I am also all things at all other times.

Mankind is so uniquely placed in a position of will and power in this world. I think we have forgotten what we are. I look into the field right now; the flowers bloom white, yellow and purple; the crickets chirp, the birds warble; and my son is running with open arms, trilling his tongue, digging in the dirt, capturing little creatures, creating imaginary lands.

When the child imagines, when the child plays, when the child creates and destroys, it remembers who it is… The Great I Am – Everything.

As we age, and are illusioned, caught within a play we did not design, we forget. We forget that men are birds, and frogs and trees and clouds. We lose our place in the Garden. We forget that we are Jesus, born to save the living from death.

I am calling you to a remembrance. Remember the soul. Remember what we are, which is a part of all the world. I am calling to a remembrance that humanity is meant to be the savior, the shepherd, the healer, the gardener.

There is a contagion of thought that has infected the hearts and minds of many people – those infected say we are a blight on the world, a parasitic infection within the healthy systems of nature. These people say they love nature, but they refuse procreation, and they hate humanity. I am calling us to repentance, a changing of minds.

I shout out to you from the wilderness to remind you that we are not a disease (though we may act like one); that children are a blessing, not only to the parents but to all of God’s grand creation, that all the spirits of the world have coalesced into humanity in order to have a guardian, steward, a promulgator of eternal life, the play that never ends.

The latter days are always now. The last day is always today, because we are experiencing the spearhead of light that illuminates reality – we can only perceive the latest point of what we call time.

Now, in this last day, humanity is at its most powerful; but much of what we do, and what we have done leading to this place in eternity has been discordant, out of harmony, off-key from the choir of life’s countless voices. Because of this discord, we have caused disease, and act upon the world like a disease… But how quickly we can heal and be healed!

Imagine the power of 8Billion humans awakening to their purpose as stewards of life! What tremendous good can be brought to bear!

Imagine the forests we’d plant, the flocks that would flourish, the plains that would blossom, the rivers that would flow clean and bless the deserts… The children that would be fed, and rid of parasites.

Imagine reclaiming life and sexuality from the infertile philosophies of doomsayers! Imagine the many lives of children born into a human family driven by the divine purpose of endless life!

We can do it, if we but change our minds.