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"I've had occasions when I could have led a useful, worthwhile life," someone may be thinking. "But I let them slip by, and now it's too late." But it isn't too late. It never is.
When you think of that word identity, what comes to mind if you're asked to describe a particular friend?
The rules for healing haven't changed since Jesus practiced them two thousand years ago. They require of us the same purity, humility, forgiveness, and absolute trust in God that the Master exemplified.
I knew that doing God's work brought its reward right in the very process of doing it. How could it be otherwise?
Doesn't it seem reasonable that when we understand our own nature to be the reflection, or image, of God, Love, we will see everyone as, in reality, the man God created?