OCTOBER: Random Acts of Wisdom

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Cayce often used the word ‘manifest,’ meaning that we must make ‘divine love’ a living expression in our daily thoughts, words, and actions. We can’t just think about how nice divine love is, we have to use it, be an expression of it! What is divine love? To answer this question let’s begin with Jesus’ statement: ‘Greater love has no one than this, to lay down one’s life for his friends.’ (John 15:13) Jesus adds this insight: ‘Most assuredly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it produces much grain.’ (John 12:24) Cayce helps us with these teachings by adding the following: ‘Less and less of personality, more and more of God and Christ in the dealings with the fellow man.’ (254-92) ‘Become less and less selfish, and more and more selfless in Him.’ (262-29) Cayce goes on to teach that us that we need to walk with Him in prayer, in meditation, so that our expressions of divine love are true and pure, not artificial version of ourselves. (262-38) Here’s another of Cayce’s teachings on this subject: The activities should come to be less and less for self, but more and more that self may be the channel through which the Glory of the Father may be manifested in the earth. Then, the activities of self [should] become less and less towards the glory of self…. For being one with the Father, even as He has given%…

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Edgar Cayce and that “St. Andrew Sensation”

In the late 1970s, my family moved from central North Carolina to the coast, hundreds of miles away from everything and everyone I had ever known—including our church. Although I wasn’t baptized at St. Andrew’s, it was, and still is, what we in the South refer to as “my home church.” Every Sunday, my mother, father, younger brother, and I would sit in the middle row of dark wooden pews, lined with green velvet tufted cushions. Inevitably, one of us kids would begin to squirm under the pressure of keeping quiet until we were dismissed for Sunday School and my mom would try to distract us by playing tic-tac-toe with tiny pencils and first-time visitor forms. My first memories of community are filled with images of the potlucks, seasonal pageants, and various other social activities held in the Fellowship Hall. Christmas was always my favorite. Marching down the center aisle toward the beautiful array of stained glass windows to the rhythm of the carols sung by the choir with my angel wings—white tights stretched over coat hangers sparkling with glitter. The majority of my neighborhood, according to my first grade calculations, attended St. Andrew. So much so, that discussing God and the Bible with all of my friends in Sunday school class seemed just like another group huddle that took place in our backyards and carports.

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