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Sunday Message for February 8, 2015

RELYING ON LOVE

This month, we are asking the question, "What would I love?" This is an interesting question, isn't it? And how many times do we ask ourselves that? More often than not, the questions we ask are:
"What should I do?",
"What can I afford to do?",
"What will people think of me if I do. . .?"
"What do people expect me to do?"

Right? But that is not what we are doing this month. We are focusing on the power of living from, to and as Love! And I love how we much we are loved and supported by the Universe.

So, today, we are going to take a different direction from last week and in fact, turn our "what would we love?" question around a bit and ask "what can we expect from love?"

Jack & Cornelia Addington in their book Your Needs Met, wrote: "There is no problem on earth that Love cannot heal. Love is the answer to every human need."a

And Ernest Holmes in The Science of Mind, wrote: "Love is the grandest healing and drawing power on earth. It is the very reason for our being, . . . . No one can swing out into the Universal without love, for the whole Universe is based upon it."b

Those are pretty bold statements, aren't they? And if they are true, then we should be able to rely on love, shouldn't we? Let's look.

RELYING ON LOVE

In his book, The Path to Love, Deepak Chopra offers some straight-forward beautiful words on how we can rely on Love. He said:
Love is meant to heal.
Love is meant to renew.
Love is meant to make us safe.
Love is meant to inspire us with its power.
Love is meant to make us certain, without doubt.
Love is meant to oust all fear.
Love is meant to unveil immortality.
Love is meant to bring peace.
Love is meant to harmonize differences.
Love is meant to bring us closer to God.c

I particularly love that last one, because when that last one happens, the others follow. The last one is the foundation of them all.

In order to be brought closer to God, and then experience:
Healing - Renewal - Safety - Inspiration -- Certainty
A realization of our immortality - Peace -- and
A harmonizing of differences. . . .
. . . . we must open our hearts to Love. More specifically, we must open our hearts to God's Love.

Remember Holmes words: "No one can swing out into the Universal without love, for the whole Universe is based upon it."d

And God's Love is trying to get our attention all the time, but we have often been blinded by either what we have been told about God or by our human experiences with love that wasn't really love, and we sure don't want to experience an Infinite version of that!

But God's Love is always trying to get our attention!

I love this little story. Before listening to the little ones' chests, a nurse on the pediatric ward would plug the stethoscope into their ears and let them listen to their own hearts. Their eyes would always light up with awe.

But she never got a response to equal four year old David's. She placed the disk over his heart. "Listen," she said, "what do you suppose that is?"

He drew his eyebrows together in a puzzled line and looked up -- as if lost in the mystery of the strange tap-tap-tapping deep in his chest. Then his face broke out in a wondrous grin as he asked, "Is that GOD knocking?"

The Love of God is always knocking; is always available. In Revelation 3:20, we read: "Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him . . ."e

I received this story some time ago. I believe it is true, although I don't know whose story it is. But it is a story about God's love - and God's sense of humor!

"Consumed by my loss, I didn't notice the hardness of the pew where I sat. I was at the funeral of my dearest friend - my mother. She finally had lost her long battle with cancer. The hurt was so intense; I found it hard to breathe at times. Always supportive, Mother clapped loudest at my school plays, held boxes of tissues while listening to my first heartbreak, comforted me at my father's death, encouraged me in college, and prayed for me my entire life. When mother's illness was diagnosed, my sister had a new baby and my brother had recently married his childhood sweetheart, so it fell on me, the 27-year-old middle female child without entanglements, to take care of her. I counted it an honor.

"'What now, God?' I asked sitting in church. My life stretched out before me as an empty abyss. My brother sat stoically with his face toward the altar while clutching his wife's hand. My sister sat slumped against her husband's shoulder, his arms around her as she cradled their child. All so deeply grieving, no one noticed I sat alone. My place had been with our mother, preparing her meals, helping her walk, taking her to the doctor, seeing to her medication, reading the Bible together. Now she was with God. My work was finished, and I was alone.

"I heard a door open and slam shut at the back of the church. Quick footsteps hurried along the carpeted floor. An exasperated young man looked around briefly and then sat next to me.

"He folded his hands and placed them on his lap. His eyes were brimming with tears. He began to sniffle. 'Sorry I'm late,' he whispered to me, although it wasn't necessary. After several eulogies, he leaned over and commented, 'Why do they keep calling Mary by the name of Margaret?''

"'Because, that was her name, Margaret. Never Mary, no one called her Mary,'' I whispered. I wondered why this person couldn't have sat on the other side of the church. He interrupted my grieving with his tears and fidgeting. Who was this stranger anyway?

"'No, that isn't correct,' he insisted, as several people glanced over at us whispering, her name is Mary, Mary Peters. 'That isn't who this is.' I said to him. 'Isn't this the Lutheran church?' he replied. 'No, the Lutheran church is across the street.' 'Oh,' he said.

"'I believe you're at the wrong funeral, Sir.'

"The solemnest of the occasion mixed with the realization of the man's mistake bubbled up inside me and came out as laughter. I cupped my hands over my face, hoping it would be interpreted as sobs. The creaking pew gave me away. Sharp looks from other mourners only made the situation seem more hilarious. I peeked at the bewildered, misguided man seated beside me. He was laughing too, as he glanced around, deciding it was too late for an uneventful exit. I imagined Mother laughing.

"At the final 'Amen,' we darted out a door and into the parking lot. 'I do believe we'll be the talk of the town,' he smiled. He said his name was Rick and since he had missed his aunt's funeral, asked me out for a cup of coffee.

"That afternoon began a lifelong journey for me with this man who attended the wrong funeral, but was in the right place. A year after our meeting, we were married at a country church. This time we both arrived at the same church, right on time.

"In my time of sorrow, God gave me laughter. In place of loneliness, God gave me love. This past June, we celebrated our twenty-second wedding anniversary. Whenever anyone asks us how we met, Rick tells them, 'Her mother Margaret and my Aunt Mary introduced us, and it's truly a match made in heaven.'"

Remember what I said earlier:
Love is meant to heal.

You might say:
"I want to heal my anger toward my father. I want to heal the love I didn't get as a child. I want to heal the love I couldn't give to my children when they needed it. I want to heal my body."

Love is meant to renew.
"I want to feel renewed enthusiasm for my work. I want to renew my zest for life."

Love is meant to make us safe.
"I want to feel safe with other people. I want to feel safe alone. I want to feel safe to show my emotions."

Love is meant to inspire us with its power and make us certain, without doubt and fear.
"I want to have confidence in myself and in my abilities."

Love is meant to unveil immortality.
"I want to walk in trust that this leg of my soul's journey is just a small portion of a journey that is eternal."

Love is meant to bring peace.
"I want to sleep in peace and wake in joy. I want to live from a place of serenity and calm."

Love is mean to harmonize differences.
"I want to heal the relationship with my . . ."

Love is meant to bring us closer to God.
"I want to know, to feel and experience the presence of Divine Love washing over me."

What do you want from love? In "A Path to Love," Chopra suggests writing it down and then he says: "Even if [your] list strikes you as unrealistic, or wildly overblown, I want you to make a bargain with love - a soul bargain - that any or all of these things will be your experience."f

Once you are satisfied that you have detailed everything you want and don't feel afraid to ask too much - the commitment is made - the bargain is complete. Put the piece of paper away for safekeeping.

Chopra writes: "You have announced to your soul what you want, and it is up to love to respond. Love is intelligent and aware; it knows you better than you know yourself. Therefore it has the power to fulfill its side of the bargain. Rest easy and be attentive over the next few months. Don't dwell on your list or try to make it come true. There is nothing you need to do except this: When you feel love, act on it. Speak your heart. Be truthful. Remain open.

"This is how you align yourself with love. At the end of a few months, take out your list and read it over. Ask yourself how much has come true. I won't say that you will be amazed at what love has actually done - although you might be! - but you will certainly be surprised. Actually asking for love is one of the most difficult things for anyone to risk, but by risking it first in your heart, you open a door that will never close again."g

New Thought author Emmet Fox once said: "There is no difficulty that enough love will not conquer; no disease that enough love will not heal; no door that enough love will not open; no gulf that enough love will not bridge; no wall that enough love will not throw down; no wrong that enough love will not set right; it makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble; how helpless the outlook; how muddled the tangle; how great the mistake; a sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all -- if only you will love enough, you will be the happiest, most powerful being in the world."h

We can rely on it. And so it is



aJack & Cornelia Addington Your Needs Met
bErnest Holmes The Science of Mind p. 298
cThe Path to Love Deepak Chopra
dErnest Holmes The Science of Mind
eRevelation 3:20
fThe Path to Love Deepak Chopra p. 17-18
gThe Path to Love Deepak Chopra p. 17-19
hEmmet Fox



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