I was coming from a doctor’s appointment the other day; and as clear as day, I could hear and feel the Holy Spirit directing me to get back on the curb. What I didn’t see was a bus careening down the street at about 40 miles an hour. But as soon as I stepped back on the curb, the wind went whoosh — and the bus passed at my feet.
There was a drunk man, with missing teeth, standing on the street who started saying, “I wish you would have gotten hit. Look at her! Look at her! Look at her!” He couldn’t even mouth the words of resentment and contempt for my easy, graceful stride — despite everything that had happened.
As I crossed the street, I wasn’t nervous or upset, I was calm and peaceful because I felt and I knew that God has my back. I only turned to look him in the eye and send him love because he didn’t realize that we have to be very careful with the thoughts that we send out. Our thoughts, you see, are co-creative, in that what we send out always comes back. I was saying inside to the drunk man, oh you really don’t know who looks out for me.
You can throw me into the water, but I will rise with a fish in my mouth. You can push me out of the window, but it will only give me the opportunity to fly. You can slam your door close, but that only creates the combustible energy for millions more to open.
You can try to deny me your good, but you are so far removed from the source of God’s supply that the only thing that your selfish energy can do is block your own good. Terry Cole-Whitaker’s book What You Think of Me is None of My Business puts what others think of us in its proper perspective: it’s none of our business.
It doesn’t matter what a man on the corner — or anyone else thinks: living good is my right. It’s not a privilege. It’s not a possibility. It’s not a miracle. It’s not extraordinary. It is par for the course. When Terry Cole-Whitaker says, what you think of me is none of my business, it resonates in so many different ways that I decided to do a seven-part series on it, the first of which was shared last Sunday.
Come join us this Sunday, as we not only celebrate the joy of our unique individual expressions as children of God but also uplift PRIDE month. This is the season for commemorating our love for our lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender (LGBT) community by renewing our commitment to be the loving, supportive children of God that we were meant to be. At minimum, loving one another requires an end to prejudice and injustice wherever it exists.
Hatred, jealousy and resentment are the most destructive dis-eases known to humanity. And unfortunately, the people who spread this dis-ease the most are those who attempt to be “Christ-ian” rather than “Christ-like.” We have to do what Paul told the Philippians, have the same mind in us that was also in Jesus Christ: one that has no fear, no jealousy, no hatred, and no doubt. We need to know within that we are each here to express our own special genius and support every loving soul that radiates their divine light. We are each a unique master of beats and rhythms and vibrations and words and melodies and magic; a jazz rhythm on the edge of an endless be-bop, recreating and re-generating and re-vitalizing itself in the infinite realm of life; a dance that moves in the fearlessness of joy — forward and fantastic and sure; a poem that never has a shortage of words and rhymes and endless syncopation and daring prophecies of the universe just waiting to express through every situation — an opportunity, through every experience — a divine idea, and through every encounter — the realization that all things are working together for our good.
Yeah, look at her! Look at her! Look at me! I know that I am here to be blessed. I know that I am here to shine my light. I am here to radiate the goodness and the greatness of life. Abundance is my right. Success is my right. Prosperity is my right. Joy is my right. Living good is my right.
Namaste, Reverend Cecilia Loving