The Miracle of the Sun

“All you have to say now is, ‘I made everything up.'”

Do you know how many times I heard that as a child? Too many to count.

I viewed the Miracle of the Suns years ago. And it happened just the way it was reported. I did not view any of the other events, only the Sun.

Instead of seeing this as a division between faiths, maybe we should look at this as the Divine Intelligence that made us, speaks to different people, at different times in different ways?

~ James

You’re Beautifully Broken

This is Plumb. She is easily one of the most talented Christian musicians today and has produced many songs close to my heart.

I only recently discovered this song even though it’s been out for 4 years. While I was thrilled with the song because it’s about overcoming challenges, upon watching the video I understood her intention better.

We still have an epidemic of young ladies harming themselves today. As a man I can’t claim to completely understand this phenomena. But heart goes out to every young woman who is compelled to do this.

One thing I know for sure is that no matter what our conception of Divinity is, there is a Divine Intelligence beyond most of human comprehension that is available to you as a source of strength. While your physical scars may not heal, your emotional scars certainly can!

Any prayer, offered with a sincere heart, will reach Divinity. Believe that.

I hope this song gives you some peace.

~ James

The Prophet on Children

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.

And he said: Your children are not your children.

They are sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts,

You may house their bodies, but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark on the path of the infinite, and He bends you with his His might, that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness; For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is table.

The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)