About Doing the Lessons Again...
As another year is about to start, I know many begin the Workbook of A Course in Miracles over again. But remember:
“The training period is one
year.”
(W-in.2)
While I suggest students read
the Workbook if they are so moved, I remind them they do not have to do
the lessons over again. Because as the Workbook says about the last five
lessons (underline is mine):
“Let us turn to Him Who leads
the way and makes our footsteps sure. To Him we leave these lessons, as to
Him we give our lives henceforth.” (T-fl.in.1)
It can be uncomfortable to
leave behind structure you can see in the form of words in a book and turn to an
unstructured relationship with immaterial Spirit. But moving from identifying
with the material world to immaterial Spirit is the very journey you are on!
So, after a mind-training period of one year, in which you learn of Spirit from
a book, you are asked to take a leap of faith. If you are concerned that it is
you that you cannot trust, remember you are asked to put your trust in Spirit,
not in yourself. You cannot go wrong.
If anything, you may want to start
each day with the final lesson, if not these exact words, then this attitude, and
open your mind for a few minutes:
“This holy instant would I
give to You.
Be You in charge. For I would
follow You,
Certain that Your direction
gives me peace.”
(Lessons 361-365)
That is all you need to do.
And you can trust this.
So, if you have been leaning
on the Workbook, keep in mind this can hold you back. Perhaps this new year is
the time to take that leap of faith.
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in deep gratitude, n
Helen writes to Jesus 1974
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Love, You are silent. Not one shining word
Has reached my heart for an eternity
Of waiting and of tears. I have forgot
Your face that once was everything to me,
But now is almost nothing. What You were
I do but half remember. What You are
I do not know at all. What You will be
Is unimagined. Sometimes I believe
I knew You once. And then again I think
You were a dream that once I thought was real.
My eyes are closing, Love. Without Your Word
I will but sleep, and sleeping will forget
Even the dream. Is silence what You gave
In golden promise as the Son of God?
Is this bleak unresponsive shadowland
The overcoming that You offered those
Who understood the Father through the Son?
Is endless distance what must stand between
My Love and me? You promised that You will
Forever answer. Yet, Love, You are still.
(boy did that need correcting:-)