My morning blinding flash of the obvious (in re President Trump, white nationalists, et al.): If God loves the sick, sad and sorry the most, then love them we must. Love must be. IS, my answer for them...from me, from my deepest high place. I turn within to God for I am utterly ignorant in the how of that.
We can be around the Jobs of the world (who on the surface are to be detached from) but from our own deepest high place, look to their deepest high place to love.
We can be around the Jobs of the world (who on the surface are to be detached from) but from our own deepest high place, look to their deepest high place to love.
No one is spiritually higher or spiritually lower than anyone else. The God of Our Own Understanding is within us...we must find that place. We can, we must, rely/trust/depend on that place within us always and all ways.
We turn there when ego shouts within us...and makes sense.
Thank you.
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