This world we seem to live in is not home to us. Somewhere in our minds we know that this is true. A memory of home keeps hunting us, As if there is a place that call us to return, although we do not recognize the voice, nor what it is the voice reminds us of. We feel as aliens here, from somewhere unknown.
No one knows of what we speak. We speak today for everyone who walks this world, because they are not at home. The home we seek can not be made by us. There is no substitute for Heaven. All we ever made was hell.
There is a child in us who seek His Father's house, and knows that He is alien here. This childhood is eternal, with an innocence that will endure forever. Where this Child shall go is holy ground. It is His holiness that lights up Heaven, and brings to earth the pure reflection of the light above, wherein are earth and Heaven joined as one.
This Child needs our protection. He is far from home. He is so little that He seems so easily shut out, His tiny voice so readily obscured, His call for help almost unheard amid the grating sounds and harsh and rasping noises of the world. This Child is our defenselessness; our strength. He trust in us. He will wait until we hear His gentle voice within us, calling us to let Him go in peace, along with us, to where He is at home and we with Him.
When we are still an instant, when the world recedes from us, when valueless ideas cease to have value in our restless minds, then will we hear His voice. He will take us to His home. and we will stay with Him in perfect stillness, silent and at peace, beyond all words, untouched by fear and doubt, sublimely certain that we are at home.
He was willing to become a little Child that we might learn of Him how strong is he who comes without defenses, offering only love's messages to those who think he is their enemy. Christ is reborn as a little Child each time a wanderer would leave his home. This Child, who comes defenseless and Who is protected by defenselessness.
I ask you to take time this day to lay aside our shield which profits nothing and lay down the spear and sward we raised against an enemy without existence. Christ has called us friends and brothers and sisters. Do not take illusions as our gods any more. Now the way is open, and the journey has an end in sight. Be still an instant and go home with Him, and be at peace NOW. www.jean-lucdabreau.com
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