It can be but my gratitude I earn.
7-17-2026
In Robert Perry’s commentary, he called this lesson a sequel to yesterday’s.
“Yesterday’s idea said that our attacks only hurt our own minds. Today’s idea says that our gifts earn our … continue reading
In Robert Perry’s commentary, he called this lesson a sequel to yesterday’s.
“Yesterday’s idea said that our attacks only hurt our own minds. Today’s idea says that our gifts earn our … continue reading
“We offer thanks to God our Father that in us all things will find their freedom. It will never be that some are loosed while others still are bound, for who … continue reading
“God has no name. And yet His Name becomes the final lesson that all things are one, and at this single lesson learning ends. All names are unified.” [CE W-184.12:1-3]
God’s name … continue reading
“There is no death because the Father and the Son are one.” [CE W-167.1:7]
I found this lesson confusing as I wanted to understand what it says about the … continue reading
I must admit that my motivation with the workbook practice is inconsistent. Footnote 148 of the CE version (end of paragraph 6) offers a possibility that I didn’t consider. That is … continue reading
“A space where God is not, a gap between the Father and the Son, is not the will of Either, Who have promised to be one.” [CE T-28.VII.1:5]
“My home is an ark of … continue reading
“Attack is neither safe nor dangerous. It is impossible. And this is so because the universe is one.” [CE T-22.IX.4:3-5]
“The welfare of the world depends on my learning that I am … continue reading
“God wills you perfect happiness now. Is it possible that this is not also your will? And is it possible that this is not also the will of your brother? Consider, then, that … continue reading
[And in Christ is God as God is in me.]
I found it is not easy … continue reading
“Father, You have one Son.”
“Christ, another name for everything.” ~ Fr. Richard Rohr
These are the words in which I find understanding of who is the ‘Son’. I can see, and accept, … continue reading