Quarantine, will it ever end, how many times do I have to go through this, the question on so many lips, along with the Holy Names, is what’s going on real or imaginary, did the world really close down, you are not going crazy, it’s as real as those Miracles are. Does it feel like a load, who did this, what might Jesus say, well, if we are required to be as forgiving as the Father is, not once, not twice, not three times, how, no, many times, it’s not recalling the words and repeating them like a child in school doing a recital, we are asked to be like the Father, who is depicted like a gardener, why, the garden needs tending regularly. Maybe in hindsight, when you look back, you will appreciate the time you have all been given, to adjust your former lives. It’s ironic to think, that in the mad rush of the past, we dumped our rubbish and moved on, leaving it to succeeding generations to fix the problems, the previous lot made for them. Now that we can’t escape all this time on our hands, cough a few times, yes, the gardener wants us to do it better, amen.
There are great tragedies, unfortunate accidents, and intentional hurts every single day, and it weighs on our consciences, interfering with the well being of Loving Spirit, guilt in other words as Jesus would put it,does, and this tempers the power of the Spirit within. How is it possible, how is it living, well, the very fact your thinking now, should be reminder enough, amen.