Commentary on ACIM Lesson 269

© 2010 Rev. David Seacord

My sight goes forth to look upon Christ's face.

God has had his fun with me today.... like a convergence of issues and challenges.... I think you'd normally call it a 'test'.

The show hanging continues in the retrospective gallery but there is still probably a couple of days work still to do; I get recognized because of yesterdays article in Home Depot....fun...; I realize I am courting a molar abscess and that I am 'running on reserve'; and I see I have a major anger issue going on: I was denied the traffic citation trial continuance (delay) I had requested, and so am scheduled to be tried this Wednesday the 29th. Of course, the last thing I wanted to be doing while preparing for the biggest art show of my life is also preparing for being a defendant in a trial two days before my show opens. But that is what is happening. So I thank God for arranging that we started hanging the show this past week. I know it will all work out somehow.

I figure the tooth ache and the anger are connected, and I know I have 'forgiveness work' to do. It occurs to me I could ask for prayer help. OK. Please do, I need some help right now God.


Another 'artist and fundamentalist bible teacher' shows up and offers to help. I realize he's part of my mission. How? He's here. He's read the newspaper article, and has questions about me as a Reverand.... he's just checking me out. He's written a book about Islam/ the Koran. I see he's listening, asking questions. I tell him I teach Christianity from the teaching of a Course In Miracles. He's never heard of it. God uses my tooth-aching mouth to share eloquently, and our 'translations' (communication skills) are good. He's a brother in the heart no question. And now clearly going to check out the Course.

Miracles today? Tons of them. Aren't there always? And isn't love always the basis? I got a lot of lovely notes back from the email to my art subscribers. I got guided to carry a little tape recorder so that when a thought about my trial popped up, I could just speak it into the recorder, let it go (because it was now 'retrievable'), and return to present time. The biggest miracle? The Catholic/Hispanic older janitor REALLY gets my art. He struggles with English, but has been returning again and again, standing and looking, then touching my heart with his appreciative insights. "They are like doorways... you can just go into them". "Dios (God) has blessed you amigo... I have never seen anything ever like this..." Things like that and more that I have lost recall of, yet which choked me up by the simple act of being seen.

Perhaps that is the greatest gift we can ever give each other.

Namaste,

David