God said:
I hear your cries in the wilderness. You refute My avowals to you. You run in front of Me like a town crier, and you cry out:
"Beloved God, thank You for all You give, all You bless, all You think of, all You pull together to bless us and the world. Thank You for Your forethought, for Your vision, for Your love of all that is holy.
"Your meaning of holy is different from what the world gives. I hear You say that all of us are as we are -- if only we recognized Who we are.
"God, You designed us holy, even though so many of us can't get our hands around this idea. You designed us innocent and pure, even as we deny this right and left. It is as if we can't hold our heads up and say, 'Yea, God, You made us holy so, in fact, we, are holy then, and accept your avowal.'
"God, it is easier for us to accept that we whom You created are not holy than to accept that we are holy. Isn't that odd that we, Your children, assert our perceptions over Yours, and we are so clear about it, so strong in our disbelief with what You tell us in all Your humility?
"It must be that we must lack humility and score high in ego points.
"God, how do You have the patience to cajole us day in and day out in the midst of such engrained obstinacy? Obstinately, we present ourselves as being savvy. How can we present ourselves as being confident in our ignorance when You say differently? This is what I ask You."
Are you asking Me how do I put up with all of you! This is what you are asking?
