The World of Empowerment shimmers with awareness, noticing, feeling, thinking, choosing, deciding, and acting. Everyone is free and conscious, and everyone knows he is free and conscious. The World of Empowerment is a dynamic dance of unique creative energies, fashioned in the image of their Maker. Together, these creative energies weave a beautiful tapestry of life using every color of the rainbow. Each sings his own melody, yet harmonizes magnificently with the rest of the chorus to create a splendid symphony.
Together, we are the Living God, and what a production we have the potential to create!
We weren’t given beauty to hide it. We weren’t given brains to anesthetize them. We weren’t given talent to bury it in a hole in the ground. We were blessed with all our marvelous abilities and strengths to use them, develop them, and enhance them. Only then shall we have the wisdom and power to glorify and maximize that all-encompassing creative energy that some have called “God”. We are all co-creators. We were given life to become great!
Cities
“Therefore is the name of it called Babel;
because the Lord did there confound the
language of all the earth.” Gen 11:9.
“Thus with violence shall that great city
Babylon be thrown down, and shall be found
no more at all.” Rev. 18:21.
“And he carried me away in the spirit to a
great and high mountain, and shewed me that
great city, the Holy Jerusalem, descending
out of heaven from God.” Rev. 21:10.
Words,
bricks of the Tower of Babel,
glued together by human mortar,
struggle toward Heaven like Sisyphus,
only to tumble divided to the depths of Hell.
We have a City to build.
I search for bricks
but find only bricks of Babylon,
the polarized language of humankind.
My City is complex, holistic,
a gestalt of inexpressible relationships.
How does one describe the color blue
or the smell of lilacs?
How does one share the warmth of a hug
or the pain of prejudice?
As I ponder the impossible in silence,
the City of Jerusalem descends,
each life a precious gem of shifting facets
kaleidoscoping through moments in time,
bound to me and one another
by the mortar of eternity.
We have a City to build.
Janet Smith Warfield
