From Winter to Spring
When I was playing the piano six weeks ago, I heard; pray, each day, for the peace of the world.
I wondered then how often I had prayed in my life for the peace on this earth, and noticed that I had not done much.
Since that day, the first thing I wake up in each morning and the last thing of a day before going to sleep became to pray for the world. It was sometimes difficult, especially when I had stress by jobs or I had to think many practical things. But I did every day. This new habit gave me the tranquility of sleeping. By praying so, I desire to have more transparency in consciousness, and may always be connected - wherever I am, whatever I do, whomever I spend time together - directly to the Source.
I hear recently in meditation; it is the time to train myself to speak with my mouth the words coming from the Source. One hand, I cannot believe I can do so. At least two years ago, before my spirit went out from the body, I never could think such kind of things. On the other hand, however, I know now my life is already directed to deliver His words.
In an early morning of two weeks ago when I was reading Bible, I met a passage by St. Paul. It plugged my heartstrings. Since then, through this special celestial period around the Easter - from the winter to the spring, from the darkness to the light, and from the death to the new life - this passage has stayed deeply in me.
If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
[Corinthians 13]