The holy Christ is born in me today

Watch with me, angels, watch with me today.

Let all God’s holy Thoughts surround me, and be still with me while Heaven’s Son is born.

Let earthly sounds be quiet, and the sights to which I am accustomed disappear.

Let Christ be welcomed where He is at home.

And let Him hear the sounds He understands, and see but sights that show His Father’s Love.

Let Him no longer be a stranger here, for He is born again in me today.

Your Son is welcome, Father. He has come to save me from the evil self I made. He is the Self that You have given me. He is but what I really am in truth. He is the Son You love above all things. He is my Self as You created me. It is not Christ that can be crucified. Safe in Your Arms let me receive Your Son.

- A Course In Miracles, workbook lesson 303

Science of Being

The temporal and unreal never touch the eternal and real. The mutable and imperfect never touch the immutable and perfect. The inharmonious and self-destructive never touch the harmonious and self-existent. These opposite qualities are the tares and wheat, which never really mingle, though (to mortal sight) they grow side by side until the harvest; then, Science separates the wheat from the tares, through the realization of God as ever present and of man as reflecting the divine likeness.

Spirit is God, Soul; therefore Soul is not in matter. If Spirit were in matter, God would have no representative, and matter would be identical with God. The theory that soul, spirit, intelligence, inhabits matter is taught by the schools. This theory is unscientific. The universe reflects and expresses the divine substance or Mind; therefore God is seen only in the spiritual universe and spiritual man, as the sun is seen in the ray of light which goes out from it. God is revealed only in that which reflects Life, Truth, Love,–yea, which manifests God’s attributes and power, even as the human likeness thrown upon the mirror, repeats the color, form, and action of the person in front of the mirror.

-Mary Baker Eddy

I let forgiveness rest upon all things, for thus forgiveness will be given me

I thank You, Father, for Your plan to save me from the hell I made.

It is not real.

And You have given me the means to prove its unreality to me.

The key is in my hand, and I have reached the door beyond which lies the end of dreams.

I stand before the gate of Heaven, wondering if I should enter in and be at home.

Let me not wait again today.

Let me forgive all things, and let creation be as You would have it be and as it is.

Let me remember that I am Your Son, and opening the door at last, forget illusions in the blazing light of truth, as memory of You returns to me.