OUR COLORFUL ARCS BEND TOWARD JUSTICE

Today’s Prayer to Passage will be from the book “As I Lay Dying” by William Faulkner.

Today I pray, “Dear God, We are all dying every day, which is to say — let’s live every day! Knowing this may prompt us to move even more. Movement and Repose are our glorious reflections of You, and as we live every day, may we also find moments to rest in peace while we are here on earth. There is a time for movement and a time for repose. Thank You for the movement You have placed in us, and us in You. And thank You for peaceful, restful moments when You carry us here on earth. Amen.”

Following my prayer, I held the closed book in my hands and opened it to this passage:

“…the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.”
—WILLIAM FAULKNER

Was is the operative word. “Evacuation Theology” is popular.
“I must to do what I need to do to get out of here the correct way. And then, when I am out of here, I will really have everything I want.” This, pardon my forward-moving belief, is something to let it be… as it was. Heaven is here, now, among us. And Love lights the way.

My favorite empowering context in this area of dialogue is this:
“God, Bless their passages into Heaven beyond earth. And, if and when they choose, earth will be blessed to have them again in nine months.”

If, according to Colton Burpo who recalls his visit to Heaven and lives to tell about it, Heaven beyond earth is “where all the rainbow colors are,” and if, according to scientific developments, each of us has a rainbow within us — in our Chakra energy fields, then each and every one of us has a beautiful moral arc.

Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. once stated, “The arc of the moral universe is long but it bends toward justice.”

He was referencing a passage written by another minister, Theodore Parker, for a sermon titled ‘Of Justice and the Conscience’:

“Look at the facts of the world. You see a continual and progressive triumph of the right. I do not pretend to understand the moral universe, the arc is a long one, my eye reaches but little ways. I cannot calculate the curve and complete the figure by the experience of sight; I can divine it by conscience. But from what I see I am sure it bends towards justice.”

And Love, even through teardrops falling, lights the way.

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