"Father, my home awaits my glad return. Your Arms are open and I hear your voice. What need have I to linger in a place of vain desires and of shattered dreams, when Heaven can so easily be mine?"
Sunday, April 19, 2015
My home awaits me. I will hasten there.
If I choose, I can depart this world entirely. My home awaits me. I will hasten there. It is not death which makes this possible, but it is change of mind about the purpose of this world. If I believe it has a value as I see it now, so will it still remain for me. But if I see no value in the world as I behold it, nothing that I want to keep as mine or search for as a goal, it will depart from me. For I have not sought for illusions to replace the truth.
"Father, my home awaits my glad return. Your Arms are open and I hear your voice. What need have I to linger in a place of vain desires and of shattered dreams, when Heaven can so easily be mine?"
"Father, my home awaits my glad return. Your Arms are open and I hear your voice. What need have I to linger in a place of vain desires and of shattered dreams, when Heaven can so easily be mine?"
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