I love today’s ACIM lesson, #315, All gifts my brothers give belong to me which lets me know that whatever the appearance, God is always in my corner (and everyone else’s!). “Each day a thousand treasures come to me with every passing moment.” Every moment is a blessing. It may be painful because sometimes I stubbornly have been listening to ego rather than the Holy Spirit, or it may be easy. (“There is no need to learn through pain.”) God doesn’t judge how it is that we want to do it; He has just rigged the game so that no matter what “seems” to be happening, every moment is a blessing. But to experience life as the gift that it is requires allowing the Holy Spirit to do the judging. In the Manual for Teachers it says, “As the teacher of God advances in his training, he learns one lesson with increasing thoroughness. He does not make his own decisions; he asks his Teacher for His answer, and it is this he follows as his guide for action. This becomes easier and easier, as the teacher of God learns to give up his own judgment. The giving up of judgment, the obvious prerequisite for hearing God’s Voice, is usually a fairly slow process, not because it is difficult, but because it is apt to be perceived as personally insulting.”
From last year’s writing:
Every person is a blessing. Granted, I don’t always see that in the moment but this morning’s lesson reminds me that this is true – blessings are always coming my way. “Each day a thousand treasures come to me with every passing moment.” The guy that flips me off in traffic for accidentally cutting him off is calling my attention to my tendency to be in my own little world and not present. Thank God the flipper was Johnny-on-the-spot and we didn’t crash! The cashier in the grocery store last night who checked out my very full cart even though she was supposed to be the express lane (the manager who waved me over to her). She was cheery and sweet and didn’t seem to mind at all (“Makes the night go faster, so thank you,” she said with sincerity, not sarcasm). The client who wants to go look at the house I nearly ended up buying last year (it’s remodeled now; I’m curious to see it). All these people and more – blessings. Blessings in every moment. Blessings in every breath. My brothers and sisters are giving to me constantly. Am I present enough to accept their gifts?
I love knowing that God is in my corner. I love knowing that God is in everyone’s corner. There is some sort of relief that comes with the lack of specialness, or rather the ubiquitous nature of everyone being “special.” (“The specialness of God’s Sons does not stem from exclusion but from inclusion. All my brothers are special. If they believe they are deprived of anything, their perception becomes distorted.”) (“What is one can have no specialness.”) Specialness is such a big deal in Course terms that they devote a whole chapter to the topic (Chapter 24). Anyway, even though ego strives to be special because it fails to comprehend that specialness is a weapon used to exclude, I personally love knowing that everyone is a blessing and that God doesn’t play favorites. I love knowing that the Holy Spirit’s purpose is to transform our twisted attempts at gaining special favor with God and to use them for good. “Forgiveness is the only function meaningful in time. It is the means the Holy Spirit uses to translate specialness from sin into salvation.”
God’s in my corner. God’s in everyone’s corner.
See, the beautiful thing about knowing that is that it means no one is dispensable. We are all essential cogs in the wheel.
“4 Such is the Holy Spirit’s kind perception of specialness; His use of what you made, to heal instead of harm. To each He gives a special function in salvation he alone can fill; a part for only him. Nor is the plan complete until he finds his special function, and fulfils the part assigned to him, to make himself complete within a world where incompletion rules.”
So instead of vying for attention like some neglected child clinging to the need to be special, we get to be essential and as special as everyone else.
This was big in the eighties: every child got an award just for showing up; every kid was made to feel valuable (or at least that was the goal). My son rails against it. Every child was made to feel special and necessary and he claims the result was that no one felt that they had to earn anything; that their slacker ways were good enough. He claims it created entitlement.
It may not have been a perfect system but the heart of it was on point. We don’t want entitled egomaniacs; we want people to reach their potential. We want everyone to recognize their value and to naturally rise to express that in whatever way that wants to be expressed. (This is the point in our Tuesday group when someone invariably brings up some twisted ego goal like wanting to become a serial killer.) But twisted goals are only the desire of ego. Those who are connected to God, who know who they are, hear the call and answer it and so naturally express love.
The point was/is always to express love. The point is to appreciate whatever gifts someone has. We all are talented in different ways and each way is needed and valuable and a blessing to the world.
All gifts my brothers give belong to me.
Each day a thousand treasures come to me with every passing moment. I am blessed with gifts throughout the day, in value far beyond all things of which I can conceive. A brother smiles upon another, and my heart is gladdened. Someone speaks a word of gratitude or mercy, and my mind receives this gift and takes it as its own. And everyone who finds the way to God becomes my savior, pointing out the way to me, and giving me his certainty that what he learned is surely mine as well.
I thank You, Father, for the many gifts that come to me today and every day from every Son of God. My brothers are unlimited in all their gifts to me. Now may I offer them my thankfulness, that gratitude to them may lead me on to my Creator and His memory.
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All people are treasures. All are expressions of the Divine. They may not know that. My job as a miracle worker is to see it. To look beyond appearances and to see with Christ’s vision: to see sinlessness, a goal I cannot achieve if I am intent on preserving my specialness. A goal I cannot achieve if I am intent on pointing out their “sins.”
Ego feels better (special) via comparison. It uses judgment to lift itself up and push its brothers down. It attacks. (Attack is always of the ego.)
“4 What God created cannot be attacked, for there is nothing in the universe unlike itself. But what is different calls for judgment, and this must come from someone “better,” someone incapable of being like what he condemns, “above” it, sinless by comparison with it. And thus does specialness become a means and end at once. For specialness not only sets apart, but serves as grounds from which attack on those who seem “beneath” the special one is “natural” and “just.” “
It’s sad that my mind goes to our president-elect, who, in my judgment, seems to have to attack to make himself feel better. But isn’t such a judgment my own mind’s attempt to exclude? How do I find the gift in Donald Trump’s immature responses?
7 The Holy Spirit needs your special function, that His may be fulfilled. Think not you lack a special value here. You wanted it, and it is given you. All that you made can serve salvation easily and well. The Son of God can make no choice the Holy Spirit cannot employ on his behalf, and not against himself. Only in darkness does your specialness appear to be attack. In light, you see it as your special function in the plan to save the Son of God from all attack, and let him understand that he is safe, as he has always been, and will remain in time and in eternity alike. This is the function given you for your brother. Take it gently, then, from your brother’s hand, and let salvation be perfectly fulfilled in you. Do this one thing, that everything be given you.”
As always, I end up giving it to the Holy Spirit. I do not know what anything is for. But I know my job is to choose love. I know my job is to surrender to God’s plan. And I know God’s in my corner. So, I’m just going to relax and enjoy the ride.
Namaste, my friends, Namaste.
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