Rewriting parables/Worship

P: Lord, where are you?

L: Here, as always.

P: Talk to me, please.

L: Hey buddy. I have been waiting for you to come to me. I miss these talks when we do not have them.

P: Well, I feel like I run out of questions to ask you, as absurd as that sounds.

L: That’s ok. But you need to learn to ask them, that is where the creativity you are wanting will flow. I know you hate asking questions over and over again, and if you don’t understand, you feel like you are just getting more confused, or less clarity. But, don’t lose heart. The trick is, that you must ask. How will you understand with no questions to clarify? How will you stretch and grow with no thinking about My words? My words will work your brain out. You need to practice questioning me. Some answers I will give you straight out, some I will prompt you to answer yourself.

P: Lord, how am I supposed to have a book by fall, or before Christmas? What should I write about?

L: We have hit this topic already, and I want you to understand, that I AM more than enough to fill a book within a very short time. You have started writing about your complications with christianity, and how you worked out your own relationship with Me. That has been good, for you. What is the passion in your writing, working out your own good? Or working out the common good? I have been written about by so many people, but few have the advantage of being able to interview me as you do. I know you think of writing fictional books. Look into my parables. Do you think you could help those parables become more real to people today? In them are the keys of life, and they often are passed over as stories that point to a principle. But they are complete aspects of the kingdom of the Father. They are applicable right now. You can modernize them and create new insights that have not been seen or heard yet.

P: Lord, that is a really cool idea. Turn the parables into stories of modern day living. Is this what you want me to do for a book?

L: Patrick, it is a book you can write. But I want you to do what you want. I am giving you an example of something that you could write, should write. Two things will happen, you will be plunged into scripture, and you will be plunged into the understanding of the kingdom that you never had before. Try it out. Start with the prodigal son.

P: OK Lord. Lord, why is worship difficult for me?

L: What do you mean?

P: I don’t engage in it very often, and I don’t always feel as if it were very heartfelt when I do.

L: Patrick, do you love Me?

P: Of course I do.

L: Why?

P: Oh, boy. I set myself up, didn’t I?

L: Yes, but is this a hard question for you to answer?

P: Lord, I look around this earth, and I see the depths of your creativity in everything, the trees, the grasses, the insects, and of course, people. I cannot fathom it. I cannot imagine your thoughts, and I cannot even begin to understand how magnificent You must be, if this earth is your invention. An artist can paint a wonder, or an architect like Gaudi can create amazing and beautiful buildings, but the way everything in this earth functions in unison and unity, though sometimes tearing at itself, it is absolutely a mind-blow to think that you thought all of this up, just as an artist does a work of art.

L: Now, examine your heart. Is it full?

P: Fuller than before I started writing.

L: Then you have worshipped Me well. That is your barometer, when you think of me and your heart fills, when you think of my creation, and you wonder and awe, tell me. That is worship. It is not that I want you to worship me because I Am worthy of it. It is because when your heart is full of awe and wonder at this beautiful creation or the ability of a song to bring tears to your eyes, or at the person who gave themselves in love to another, when these things are on your heart, and fill it, my heart is filled with your enjoyment of my gift to you. I am fulfilled when you worship in truth, and when your spirit leaps out to thank Me or tell Me how wonderful it all is. And you haven’t seen much, yet.

P: Thank you Lord. Thank you for helping me. Thank you for stretching and building me. Thank you so much for loving me.

L: Ah, my son, I do love you. And it really is My good pleasure to do so.

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P: Lord, do you have a word for anyone in the chat room tonight that I could share?

L: Yes.

P: Who? and what shall I tell them?

L: You will know. You have a gift of praying and counseling. Use them. As for who, “Cracken St.”

P: What does that mean?

L: Overcoming superstitions. There are some barriers that are merely in our minds because we allow superstitions to give us fear.