Identify with fear, and you will be
a stranger to yourself. And thus you are
unknown to you. What is your Self remains
an alien to the part of you which thinks
that it is real, but different from yourself.
Who could be sane in such a circumstance?
Who but a madman could believe he is
what he is not, and judge against himself?|
There is a stranger in our midst, which comes
from an idea so foreign to the truth
it speaks a different language, looks upon
a world truth does not know, and understands
what truth regards as senseless. Stranger yet,
it does not recognize to whom it comes
and yet maintains his home belongs to it,
while he is alien now who is at home.
And yet how easy it would be to say,
"This is my home. Here I belong, and will
not leave because a madman says I must."|
What reason is there for not saying this?
What could the reason be except that you
had asked this stranger in to take your place,
and let you be a stranger to yourself?
No-one would let himself be dispossessed
so needlessly, unless he thought there was
another home more suited to his tastes.|
Who is the stranger? Is it fear or you
that is unsuited to the home which God
provided for His Son? Is fear His own,
created in His likeness? Is it fear
that love completes and is completed by?
There is no home can shelter love and fear.
They cannot coexist. If you be real,
then fear must be illusion. And if fear
is real, then you do not exist at all.
How simply, then, the question is resolved.
Who fears has but denied himself and said,
"I am the stranger here. And so I leave
my home to one more like me than myself,
and so I leave to him all that is mine."
Now is he exiled of necessity,
not knowing who he is, uncertain of
all things but this; that he is not himself,
and that his home has been denied to him.
What does he search for now? What can he find?
A stranger to himself can find no home
wherever he may look, for he has made
return impossible. His way is lost
except a miracle will search him out,
and show him that he is no stranger now.
The miracle will come. For in his home
his Self remains. It asked no stranger in,
and took no alien thought to be Itself.
And It will call Its Own unto Itself,
in recognition of what is Its Own.
Who is the stranger? Is he not the one
your Self calls not? You are unable now
to recognize the stranger in your midst,
for you have given him your rightful place.
Yet is your Self as certain of Its Own
as God is of His Son. He cannot be
confused about creation. He is sure
of what belongs to Him. No stranger can
be interposed between His knowledge and
His Son's reality. He does not know
of strangers. He is certain of His Son.
His certainty suffices. Whom he knows
to be His Son belongs where He has set
His Son forever. He has answered you
who ask, "Who is the stranger?" Hear His Voice
assure you, quietly and sure, that you
are not a stranger to your Father, nor
is your Creator stranger made to you.
Whom God has joined remains forever one,
at home in Him, no stranger to Himself.
Today we offer thanks that Christ has come
to search the world for what belongs to Him.
His vision sees no strangers, but beholds
His Own, and joyously unites with them.
They see Him as a stranger, for they do
not recognize themselves. Yet when they give
Him welcome, they remember. And He leads
them gently home again where they belong.
Not one does He forget. Not one He fails
to give you to remember, that your home
may be complete and perfect, as it was
established. He has not forgotten you.
But you will not remember Him until
you look on all as He does. Who denies
his brother is denying Him, and thus
refusing to accept the gift of sight
by which his Self is clearly recognized,
his home remembered, and salvation come.