Some days I feel as if I’m toiling fruitlessly, or rather Fruit Loops-ly. I’m preoccupied, not living in the same time zone, scared or angry or sad. Just doing the deal alone, unmindful of the presence of God, or your presence for that matter. I read my morning meditation and promptly forget it, pray the same old prayers by wrote, don’t take the time to just sit and listen. Then I run off to do, forgetting that all things are useless when powered by myself alone.
Then I get reminded to be grateful, that life is chock full of beautiful, that I’m in the stream of goodness and light, not so random. This year I’m “Going Around the Year with Emmet Fox” every morning. On the 38th day he told me what “thy kingdom come” means. That my work is to express in concrete form the ideas that God furnishes me, and that to do this I must have “creative power.” Now this stops me up short.
“Fortune flicks her whip upon flesh that is more alive, upon that stream of hungry boys and girls who tramp the streets of every city, recognizable by their pride and discontent, who are the Future, and who possess the treasure of creative power.” Willa Cather wrote these words in “The Song of the Lark,” and I’ve had them taped to my wall for many years. Creative power is a longing of mine.
Fox says the phrase from “The Lord’s Prayer” means it’s my duty to bring more and more of God’s ideas into manifestation. It’s what I’m here for. “If only you can find out the thing God intends you to do, and will do it, you will find that all doors will open to you.” And, by the way, he says you’ll be gloriously happy as a byproduct to living the right way. Feeling powerful today?