He whispered in my ear this morning.
The clock read 6:30.
What the eff??? He couldn't wait for a decent hour? I mean, I work nights...I had a 14 hour overtime shift I was trying to rest for!
But nooooooooooo....what does he know about timing?
"I wish people would remember the things I did in my life, the way I acted toward people, the things I said to them, how well, and deeply, I loved and cared for them."
"Uh huh," I mumbled, rolling over, trying to find a cool spot on the sheets.
"People say they understand, yet the words they speak and the way they act, don't reflect that."
"Yeah, I know." I squish the pillow over my ears. "Please please please let me sleep." I say that just to myself, not to him.
"They spend a lot of time pointing their fingers at the very same people I devoted my life to...the poor, the sick, the hungry, the outcasts. Their words ring of judgement, not love. They separate rather than unify."
He was on a rant now.
"They say it's the truth, but it isn't my truth. It is the complete opposite of how I went about fulfilling my life's purpose.
Yet, they do it in my name!
Which, quite frankly, pisses me off...
even more than that day when I went all hyphee in that temple."
"Jesus!" I half cried, half took his name in vain.
"Duuuuuude! I'm really trying to sleep here and your getting all deep and philosophical and shit. Does this have to be right now?"
"Well, it is the only time you slow down and shut up long enough to listen."
True that. He got me there.
He was quiet long enough for me to start slipping back into La-La Land.
"I wish people would realize that my second coming was never going to be me descending from the clouds on a golden UFO."
Oh, geez....I'm awake again. That's gonna bum some people out.
"My second coming is every day...
in every heart...
the moment you remember WHO YOU ARE...
that we are one...
and when you take up my mantle and continue the work that I started."
He let me sit with that. I mean, what could I say? He was right. As usual....
I started drifting back to sleep.
"Could you imagine what kind of world it would be if just one person remembered who they were for just 10 seconds?"
I could imagine that.
"Could you imagine them in that moment being completely full of the love they were created with?"
I imagined that, too, and smiled.
"And then, what if they passed just a fraction of that love on to one other person? Could you imagine the ripple effect that would create? What your world could be like?"
I imagined that, and it filled me with joy, and peace, and a mass of Christ.
"If I blog this conversation will you let me sleep?"