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For Sunday the 27th
VERSE: "Let the LORD, the God of the spirits of all flesh, set a man over the congregation, who may go out before them and go in before them, who may lead them out and bring them in, that the congregation of the LORD may not be like sheep which have no shepherd." Numbers 27:16-17
HOMILY: God looked through the eyes of a man—yet another set of His own eyes—and saw Himself tap air from the syringe into the old woman's IV line.
Even as it happened, God watched from the woman's tired, thankful eyes until God shared with God the sweet release and return of her passing.
And God was also the air that bubbled in her blood. And God was her veins and heart as well. And the spark of fear and hope that she felt. And God was also her grown children, and the flowers just blooming, which one of them would place upon her grave.
It is no small thing for the All to look upon itself. With something more infinite than patience and more lasting than love, God builds and waits and tears down and rebuilds and waits again; for all of the ever-present future and past, and at once, this has always been so.
And it has always been perfect.
And it has always been right.
God did this not to bring order to chaos, nor to bring chaos to order, because God encompasses the both of these. And neither did this happen that God might have subjects to love or someone to bow at the Godhead.
For God is All, and what God does is not so much loving and creating as it is gazing at some parts of Himself from the vantage of other parts of Himself, and then reflecting: it is. They are. I am. Minerals and metals, viruses and planets, animals and daffodils, suns and atoms, life and all that would ever be a part of it, or an object of it: all are, and at all times God is aware of them All, in every form and phase.
God has no intentions, no goals, no rules or standards. Good and evil and the shaded ladder of morality mean nothing, except as expressions of parts of Himself witnessing other parts of Himself, vainly trying to see and comprehend and become the totality of the All.
God only builds, and tears down, and continues to be that which He is.
And God looked with the wolf's eyes upon the sheep, and God bleated back at God in fear. And God was the wildflower bed nourished elsewhere in time by the offal of the wolf. And God was the stink of the offal and the pollen of the wildflowers.
And God was, even at that moment, the blood spattering a midwife as she brought into the world at long last, a babe nourished by flowers and excrement. God feeds upon God, and that can be neither right nor wrong; it simply is.
And God was also with the babe when grown, spilling the blood of you, His sheep, just days after placing wildflowers on the old woman's grave.
This is how God is: forever building Himself up and tearing Himself down. This is what He does; gazing through uncountable eyes, seeing nothing. Oh, God loves us all, each and every one, but only as atoms love the organism and as one organism feeds on the others for which it hungers.
Know that every moment of the rest of your short life, even this instant, God sees with your eyes as He sees with mine. So long as you are, you are God. And so long as I am, I am God. Even as I slipped the needle into her vein, it was God’s Work.
VERSE: For I know this, that after my departure savage wolves will come in among you, not sparing the flock. Acts 20:29
Bow your heads now and pray, for there is Holy Work yet to do.
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