MY BODY IS
A WHOLLY NEUTRAL THING.
I am a Son of God. And can I be another thing as well? Did
God create the mortal and corruptible? What use has God’s beloved Son for what
must die? And yet a neutral thing does not see death, for thoughts of fear are
not invested there, nor is a mockery of love bestowed upon it. Its neutrality
protects it while it has a use. And afterwards, without a purpose, it is laid
aside. It is not sick nor old nor hurt. It is but functionless, unneeded and
cast off. Let me not see it more than this today; of service for a while and
fit to serve, to keep its usefulness while it can serve, and then to be
replaced for greater good.
My body, Father,
cannot be Your Son. And what is not created cannot be sinful nor sinless;
neither good nor bad. Let me, then, use this dream to help Your plan that we
awaken from all dreams we made.