Heavenletters

Since it took me more than sixty years to even start to grasp what it means to be in God's employ, I'm obviously not asked to be like Christ. But it seems I'm Christ anyway, as everyone else is - all grown from little acorns. Some oaks simply grow faster than others. I still "sort and discard", I still see "lepers and prostitutes" and even sometimes cannot help feeling justified to do so. It's decreasing, though. There is hope I may yet learn to surrender to myself; I may yet learn to no longer judge myself and, therefore, others. After all, I want the One Flag of the United World in front of my own house too.