What has caused so much confusion

What has caused so much confusion, is the fact that simultaneously we can function AS the Father and as the person our parents created when they named us. Let me give you an example. It was God who spoke these words "I" am the Lord. And "I" appeared unto Abraham Isaac and Jacob AS GOD ALMIGHTY. But by my name Jehovah, they knew me not! (My own translation.) And In the Book of Isaiah 44: 6 we read where the lord said..."I" am the first, and "I" am the last, and beside me there is no God! And in chapter 45 verse 6, 18 & 22, 'there is none else!" ONLY I AM! Had the disciples realized this there is no doubt that the Church would have become a force for peace on Earth.

It was 'Jesus of Nazareth' the 'man', who spoke when he said... "That the glory which thou gavest me, I have given them, that they may be One, even as we are One". St.Jn.17: 22! We will always be known to the world as the person our parents created when they named us. But we, who know that God is the "I" within us, will speak AS God, if and when it is appropriate for us to do so. This is what has caused so much confusion. We cannot separate the branch from the Vine. Whether we acknowledge it or not, there is only the Vine. To function AS the Vine, is to function AS the Christ. To function as the person our parents created when they named us, is to function in an illusion. In that illusion, we can never 'enter' the Kingdom of God (We can never attain the Christ Mind.) You see... we think we have being of ourselves (apart from the Vine) but that is the illusion in which the whole world functions. The only One who has being, is God...the Father...the Vine. He is the "I" within us.

The other day, I picked up a book that my wife's parents gave us some forty years ago, entitled 'The Gold Star Family Album'. I opened it up to a poem written by an Edwin Markham. It was entitled 'How the Great Guest came'. It is about a cobbler named Conrad, awaiting the coming of the Lord. It is much the same as Matthew 25: 34. Here are the last two verses.

His friends went home and his face grew still
As he watched for his shadow across the sill.
He lived all the moments o'er and o'er,
When the Lord should enter the lowly door
The knock, the call, the latch pulled up,
The lighted face, the offered cup.
He would wash the feet where the spikes had been
He would kiss the hands where the nails went in,
And then at the last would sit with Him
And break the bread, as the day grew dim.

While the cobbler mused there passed his pane
A beggar drenched by the driving rain
He called him in from the stony street
And gave him shoes for his weary feet.
The beggar went and there came a crone.
Her face with wrinkles of sorrow sewn
A bundle of faggots bowed her back
And she was spent with the wrench and rack.
He gave her his loaf and steadied her load
As she took her way on the weary road.
Then to his door came a little child
Lost and afraid in the World so wild
In the big dark World. Catching it up
He gave it the milk in the waiting cup.
And let it home to its mothers arms,
Out of the reach of the Worlds alarms.
The day went down in the crimson west
And with it the hope of the blessed Guest
And Conrad sighed as the World turned gray
Why is it Lord that your feet delay?
Did you forget that this was the day?
Then soft in the silence a voice he heard...
'Lift up your heart, for I kept my word.
Three times I came to your friendly door.
Three times my shadow was on your floor.
I was the beggar with bruised feet,
I was the woman you gave food to eat,
I was the child on the nameless street.

So I said to my wife...
'This you believe, yet you can't believe it is as I have written?'


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