Day 111112

Today is the real day of unity. Today is the day we see that every day is a day of one-ness, not only the special one.

Hanna sits next to me as I am writing. What a gift she is, what a blessing. I have already covered this but it strikes me how I have called her in to my life to bless it.

I remember in my youth, more and more reflecting on who I was, I became frustrated by being so "right" all the time. I was young, I was Caucasian, I was western, male, protestant, middle-class and I saw myself as fairly healthy, wealthy and skilled... I could virtually tic off all the boxes of what you should be in order to be "right" in this world.

It didn't trigger off gratitude though. Instead a long journey started to explore the other. Now I am sitting here as a citizen of a "third world" country in the periphery of the suburb with my handicapped daughter, and my immigrant wife and friends.

And now - I am full of gratitude! For the bigger picture, the grander scope. A horizon that has widened to include even the Caucasian, the western, the male, the middleclass... the big parts of me I previously despised!

A story comes to my mind that I have always treasured:

A monk has been spending virtually his whole life in the little shed at the entrance of the monastery. It is regarded as the lowliest of tasks as it involves letting in the stream of poor, lepers and helpless knocking at the monastery door to seek help.
As the monk is getting old himself he is offered a more prestigious task in the main building. But the monk refuses to be promoted:
"I have been sitting here my whole life thinking that next time there is a knock on the monastery door, next time it has to be Christ knocking at the door. And you know, I haven't been disappointed once."

Every meeting is a meeting with the special one. Every place is the place to be. What time but now can truth be recognized?

Today is the day we see and experience unity. Today we can learn again that it can not be yesterday or tomorrow.

Now are we One.

There is a silence which the world can't reach
There is an ancient peace within your heart
There is a sense of holiness in you
the thought of sin has never touched

There is a garden opening for you
There is a flower sharing its perfume
There is a lake reflecting your true self
the thought of sin has never touched

Now are we One with Him who is our Source
Now are we One with Him who is our Source

What time but now can truth be recognized?
And so today, this instant, now, we come
to look upon what is forever there;
not in our sight but through Christ's eyes

He looks past time and sees eternity
He hears the song the busy world can't hear
Beyond it all he hears the Voice for God
more clear, more meaningful, more near

Now are we One with Him who is our Source
Now are we One with Him who is our Source

Words: A Course In Miracles /Anders Nyberg


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