Of Love Begotten: the Angel and the Unborn

Christmas Eve December 24, 2010


The waiting is over. The beginning is beginning. Don’t know how you could really be ready, even everything we’ve gone over. There is so much that is unknown. Even by us. Are you excited?

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What! You are not sure you are going? We have worked so long to set the stage, to prepare the way, make all the arrangements. You don’t have a choice!

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No. NO you don’t.

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Alright. So, technically speaking, this cannot begin without your consent. Theoretically you could refuse to go. But you know that would be giving in to despair, to failure. You know that you are the only one who can do this. You know that you have to go yourself. It’s the only way. They need you. They need YOU.

We’ve tried sending lieutenants. We’ve tried sending messages in a bottle. We’ve tried sending water and fire and wind. We’ve considered scrubbing the whole project. Came close once. Just as soon as the new crew got started, just as soon as they and the beasts got their feet on the fresh-washed earth they started the lying, and cursing their children. Always it’s the children who pay the price and then they pass it on to their children.

If there was any chance of success we would even send a spaceship but they would just blow it up. They blow up everything that tries to batter down their hearts. The only chance, the ONLY chance, is for you to go yourself and to woo them.

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How are you going to get them to fall in love with you? First off you will start as a baby. Even the most wretched will protect a baby. At least we hope so. We have found two who are willing to try.

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You know its not a sure bet. They are Human. But we trust them, we have faith that they have what it takes to pull this off. Their hearts are true. They are anchored in Wisdom, they already know you. They will do their best to show you how to be Human. You will learn to laugh and to swim. Oh swimming in a cool lake on a hot summer day is the best part of being human. Swimming, and then a picnic of bread and wine. Just wait. When you have hands and feet you will be able to feel sweetness and joy on a whole new level. And you can have a dog. It’s the best thing we invented - next to them of course.

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You are too funny! Why can’t we just send them a dog, a shepherd to get them back on the Holy Way! As if they ever pay attention to a shepherd for any length of time. No. I’m afraid that they need a Shepherd who can speak their language, who can give them the stories they crave to set their hearts right for the long term. They need Love Stories. They need Love to be with them, so that they can touch and hold it, so that they can touch and hold You.

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That’s right. The touching will be the hard part. Some will touch you with their pain. Mothers will bring their dying children to you and you will have to touch them. Brothers will bring their arguments to you and you will have to touch them, and try to bring them back together. Women who have been used and abused and cursed by their men will come to you. You will have to touch them tenderly with healing, and blessing. Old men who have dreamed dreams of you will come secretly, wondering if you are the One. You will have to touch them, and let them know Love indeed is stronger than death.

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Oh. Didn’t we talk about death? Its part of being human. It happens to all of them and they hate it, they resist it. Sometimes their bodies just wear out. They stop. They fear death so much they use it to curse their enemies. If their hearts are not opened to you they will try to do it to you too. Only when you show them how Love is will they let go of their fear and actually live all the days of their life.

So. Do you think you are ready to try?

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Godspeed. Let it be. As Love was in the beginning, Love is, and Love shall be, ever more and ever more and ever more.








The Voice of the Unborn was heard in the strings of the guitar of James Rollins Sims.


This Homily inspired by Ted Loder "Tracks in the Straw".