God’s loving presence

I will always remember the healing I experienced when I was on a horse pack trip years ago in the Canadian Rockies, very far from my home in New England. My horse slid on a descent down a rock-strewn brook. The misstep threw the horse off balance, resulting in my foot and ankle being pressed against a tree at the brook’s edge.

It seemed natural for me to call on God at that moment, as I had done many times in the past—to identify myself as spiritual, perfect, flawless, as God, Spirit, made me, not material or vulnerable to being squeezed or injured in any way. When I did this, the thought came to me that there is never a moment in which man is less than what God created him to be.

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