Don’t judge a book

Judging a book by its cover, it has been done before and will be happen again for human skepticism is built upon the intel reconciled within the boundaries of criticism and apathy.  Instinct cast aside for the opportunity to merge into a group, to become something another deems intriguing.  Without thought, without attention to knowledge, without awareness of the heart, we react; human reaction to the elegance of fashion, the smell of power, the flamboyancy of wealth  measured in terms of arrogance and aloof presentations restrict our connection with the Father.  Judgmental; we call it critical analysis, we deem it our actions necessary to maintaining human ideas that we may not part from the cynicism connected to the ego.  Fueled by wants, we move without purpose, we react upon selfish means; we judge in order to feel superior, an ideal derived from pride.  Again and again, books are sets aside, neglected, never to be opened, never to be looked upon as worthy of interaction until we come across that one book which the cover invites and we become so excited to open only to find the pages blank, the story not yet written.  And that is where our journey begins, a book with blank pages, a story not yet written even if it were carried around for years.  Now, this Advent Season, now is the time to begin to script these pages, identify life as an experience in faith, driven by the Father’s unconditional love.  Judgments aside, live, live the life the Father intended; live reconciled in hope, maintained by truth, sculpting a path of understanding as the heart speaks and we begin to listen; truly listen.  Ego aside, we maintain a sense of understanding, a clarity presented by the soul  to help us pen our journey.  That which we see, we see for the first time for the ego no longer casts its rancid shadow allowing us to see without obstruction, the love that is this world, the love that is our life resting in the arms of the Father.  Compassion marks each page as do love, hope, faith, peace and joy and suddenly, our story begins to write itself.  With every stranger we meet, a greeting accompanies nonverbal welcomings; life is not about one but rather about all.  Each step is synchronized with the beat of the heart, the breath of the soul for, without judgement of the ego, we become increasingly aware of our bond to the Father, swaying our actions toward selfless love and compassion and away from judgmental hypocrisy.  So let the pages be written, fill them with the tenderness of the Father, fill them with actions of faith that we may gravitate toward our true purpose and away from human ideologies which gravitate toward ego, pride, and judgment. Our story, no matter our age, can be rewritten to include faith, include hope, include the Father in the most magical experience of unconditional love.  The need for judgment is not a need but rather a drive by the ego to maintain its claim of superiority and domination. No book judged means no ego fed and life sustained by love.  Write a story of faith, compassion, understanding, humility, hope, joy and love; write it outside the lines, upside down and sideways for there is no need to maintain conventional human standards when it comes to scripting our life with the Father for He is anything but conventional. He loves without reason, He comforts without want, He guides because He loves and He loves because we are His. Make sure the Father is in your newly penned story, make sure He is in each and every entry for He is in each and every experience, each an every sunset, each and every embrace. Mark the pages with His love, the love He shares with us, imperfect humans, become so focused on loving, on seeing God in every moment that judging a book by its cover becomes a laughable statement for every cover is not a reflection of its pages. This Advent we will celebrate our relationships: celebrate the Father and take from Him His ability to love without condition and this we project upon others, not critical judgments, not skeptical intrigue.  Love, may this season and our story be filled with love, filled with faith inscribed in our hearts the moment the Father first loved us. So live and write but never judge and every book will be read, every book will be lived.