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Come Sunday | We Are Breathing

Updated: Apr 2

May you be happy. May you be healthy. May you be free of danger. May you be free of suffering and the causes of suffering. May you be peaceful, kind, wise, and skillful. May you be at ease.

Hello. And welcome to Come Sunday. Today's reading is going to be from Howard Thurman's

"Meditations of the Heart".

I am aware that some part of the race breathes through me. That I am a part of the very pulsating rhythm of existence. I am not a thing apart. I am not a separate unit. I am deeply involved in the collective experience of aliveness.

Of aliveness of my people.

If I am cut off so that only my little life breathes through me. Only my little hopes course through my mind and spirit. Only my little thoughts, penetrate my brain, then life for me is not worth living.

I must have a sense of deep corporate vitality. Nothing less than that will satisfy. Therefore I must manage somehow to keep the lines of communication open between me and my family.

How wonderful it is if I can do this by love, by warmth, by kindness. By kindling, the flame of abiding Oneness.

Often. If it can not be done that way, there is a resort to hate. To antagonism. To belligerency. The shouting of defiance is the call of my heart for kinship. If a human being can not become the center of an increasing affection, in their desperation they become the core of a great rejection.

For better or worse, there is but one family under the creator. And I am a member of it.

I took a deep breath and let it go—Waiting to Exhale by Terry McMillan

Devotion by Earth Wind & Fire (your breath is the air)


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