Friend

 

I cannot define "Christian," and I am not a member of any church. But I never underestimate the transforming power of Christ, or the healing grace in the name of Jesus. As the energy of the Sun pervades the entire solar system, penetrating the loam to awaken each seed, greening, nurturing the forest, reflecting its terrible gaze upon the gentler mirror of the moon, to stir the tides and signal planting time, so our mighty Sun also has a conscious and personal depth. It is not mere blinding light, but a radiant archangelic presence who visits the earth with Wisdom, purifies our confusion with peace, strengthens our will to do good, and walks beside us as a brother on our path of dust. When my over-educated intellect gets out of the way, I can feel his hand on my shoulder, his guidance in my breath, and the spirit of his love ever so softly touching my chest, awakening my heart. Thank you. Your name is powerful, yet sweet. I know you will understand, Jesus, if I do not call you Lord, but Friend.

Painting: H. Hoffman, "Christ at Thirty Three"