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Washing Feet Thoughts on Holy Thursday 2016

Holy Thursday 3/24/16   MaryBeth Scalice

Washing Feet

Slipping off my sandals,

Peeling away a bit of skin,

a bit of death between the toes

insists on sticking.

I reach to grab it

noticing then the thickness

of my nails –

the shadows of gray,

evidence of fungal life.

I shudder at the thought of a parasite

growing in the folds

of my feet.  And more,

the shame, the wonder and blame

of feet so unsightly

in His gaze.

The neglect and busyness of my life

is reflected here;

a reason for rejection and fear

apparent here

on this big toe warped with time.

I wonder how to hide

the damages, the ugliness.

It is too late.

He is before me and within me,

and around and through me.

He feels my pain, bowing low

knees to hard packed earth,

taking my feet in His Hands,

caressing my soles!

Shame rises in my checks.

He is pouring the waters,

a flow of pure light.

The God in His hands,

my Holy Doctor,

stroking, holding tight.

I want to hide from this ablution,

but He is Water inside,

just as he is before me

and every defense is submitted,

every pride given

to the peace and the purpose

of His Way.

I protest, I am not worthy.

I want to reverse everything

bathe His feet, kiss His toes;

to bend low in the Presence

of such glory, to honor His Spirit.

He makes me understand

this demonstration is a gift,

a lesson of servantship

to be offered every brother and sister.

Leadership that bows Its head

and bends Its knee

embracing the ones that belong to Me.

I belong to Him

and feel the conversion,

my unworthiness becoming a steward

to His Greatness,

my reluctance becoming the

Will of God,

that sons of men

may turn within

and find acceptance there.

He gives a bit of water,

a towel and a kiss,

teaching me to minister.

Soft eyes reveal His bliss.

His hands under my heels

girding me up, lifting higher

the Mind of Power.

I cannot help but submit.

Every part of me wants to submit.

His marrow sweeps through

my bones, anointing me, apostle,

high-tower, Queen of Purity.

His Heart pours into

my vulnerability

and shows me a Way of Strength.

Lead this Way, I hear Him say.

This is the Way of Love.

Is It Worthy of Your Love?

Dear Ones,

As I prepare the invitation to bring you to our circle, I falter for the Words. So many words have been spoken to call you, to invite you home, to give you a choice, to reveal a deeper truth.
SO MANY WORDS SENT THROUGH TIME, but only two questions important now.
1. What do you treasure? FEEL how much you treasure it.
2. Is it truly valuable?

If you are a pilgrim of truth your treasure shall be heart felt
a door will unlock,
a Way shall appear
the means will be given
and you will FEEL the At-one-ment
at work in forgiveness of all the dreams
that tugged at your heart and chewed upon your lips
and were worth ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!

The condition for the fulfillment of your sweetest, purest Desire is born of awareness.
What do you value? What do you want?
This is your treasure. This is your gold.
Is it worthy of a queen, a child of God?
Is it worthy of Your Love?

Today my Spirit said to me:

Sweetheart, do you realize Love is total commitment?
a whole value
without splits or bits
without opposite
It knows not delay.
It knows not doubt.

Before angels were cast out
(Oh yes, you sent them from our Eden)
Before great masters went unheeded,
(Yes, you closed your eyes so as not to See them)
Love gave you Words like these….
But now, we value correctly.
We envelop all HELP,
Mother, avatars and angels,
We put our hearts on the vertical line
We commit to Love in God’s every design.

Who knows where the whispers of our Winged and Mastery Lovers
will bring us tomorrow?
Are we ready to rise, to share, to fly?
Are we prepared to commit our hearts to Christ?
Are you listening dear? Are you ready this time?

We meet tomorrow, Thursday at my home,
7:30. Always something sweet to eat.
I love you.
I am ready to rise, to share, to fly.

Airport Miracles

He is not looking at me now, though just an arm’s length across the aisle. I don’t blame him. The synchronicity of our meeting felt like a wild card thrown on the table of gamblers used to losing.Our meeting was not chance, or wild. It was orchestrated. The waiting room was full; people absorbed with their cell phones, or children, waiting for boarding, anxious for the change that comes when one leaves, when one must go along with destiny’s direction.

I offered him my seat, closer to the outlet. He said something to someone about needing to charge his phone. Really I just overheard a conversation and made the invitation to take my place. We exchanged pleasantries, strangers in the airport, but kin and kind in our joining. B began unveiling. His heart appeared, opened, and the nature of his longing came forth. He felt a song within yet unfulfilled, weary of work. Substance abuse counseling is good service, but it can bring a burn out. I saw the grit where he had left parts of himself. B had been in the trenches of the toxic, pouring energy into their lives, watching needles snuff them out.

It was funny that he confided in me like that, opening the gate that keeps most of us locked in our polite little prisons most of the time. I listened but finally B comes round to it. He makes inquiry, or maybe he just affirms.
You’re in the business aren’t you.
He is looking at me now, as if for something deeper or familiar, eyes joining with something in me.
I confess. Yes. I am a spiritual psychotherapist.
He is excited. I knew it!! I could feel it. I could feel something about you.
Then he asks, what is the “spirituality”?
Have you ever heard of A Course in Miracles?
You would have thought he’d hit a ticket for big money. Eyes lit up, hands flying to his backpack. Reaching in he exclaims….I knew it! I could feel it. There is something about you, in you. Then pulling out his blue book to let me see, I just picked this up. It’s been sitting for two years, but I got this feeling now that it could help me out.
I laughed that joyful, innocent belly bumper. So that is why you met me. I am your affirmation.
B added that He wanted to get a Course meeting going in Florida. I offered to help.

That was quite an awakening for both of us, but it gets better. By grace we were seated across the aisle from each other on a full plane! This is amazing, fantastical. Here it is the most traveled day of the year after Thanksgiving, in a full airport, on a full plane and two people meet with a very specific Holy Purpose drawn by Spirit into a Holy Encounter and A Course In Miracles.

God is perfect, supporting us in our journeys as he brings those into our path who will offer Light, Help, miracles. This little miracle was a neon sign for my new friend. Suddenly God was blinking brightly through my unknowing Presence. This way home brother…You can be certain, I Am with you. Keep going.

As for me, the power of Spirit is the only real authority and administrator of my life. She brings me again and again to the right place, at the perfect time, where the Presence of God pours forth as It DESIRES. I was so buoyed up in joy to be an instrument of His Love. I can’t wait to see what’s next, though that may not be a privilege I am granted. Still I trust this miracle is not over. I believe it has only just begun.