When I love people, then I find God in me. Whether I bow my knee at any altar doesn’t make any difference, the God in me begins to move up through the corridors of my mind and my emotions … and moves out from me and broods over you….
If you love somebody, you never give that person up. Isn’t it interesting how Jesus always insisted upon this, and how completely we have missed it in our doctrine? Nothing that I can do can kill the God in me. Nothing. Nothing. Since I can’t destroy it, perhaps if I listen, if I can become still enough, I will hear it whisper to me the precise word I need to take away so much of my unhappiness and my misery and my pessimism about the nature of life and the meaning of my own life. If I can be still so that the God in me can get on the march, I don’t need any priest, I don’t need any preacher, I don’t even need any church. All these will help perhaps, but I don’t need them. At last God is in me, and if I find God in me, when I come to church, I’ll find God in the church. The burden of proof at last is on the vitality of my own awareness.
Source: CAC
