All Is Us

All Is Us

By April McQueen

I am not always a strong woman.  I get tired. I feel weary. Sometimes I, too, need to be held up to thrive and not held to buckling down, eyes to earth, just to focus on surviving. Occasionally I need help.  One step, two steps: a dance of slow progress gained and the backslide down the slippery slope of loss, all while fighting the good fight for dreams that won’t die. Even with little fight left in us, we carry on. 

We may have what we think is hardly enough left to give any more.   But “hardly enough” still is just enough to sacrifice, to give, and to share. God can make just enough be enough and transform that into abundance.  God moves the scale from zero headed negative to a few digits to the right and into the positive.  He uses the rules to change us for kingdom services.  He multiplies our little bit for much and more than enough to use for many.  The result is a soul-quake with God choosing to show out and leave us changed to bear witness. 

I believe that God is the giver and when we create we give back to the source that informs love.  He spoke us into existence.  Sending His creation forward, our spirits found their way from heavenly spirit then earthbound with an unrivaled push forward into physicality.  Bursting through birth.  Wandering the world, then going back home as bones, ashes, and particles, then seeking His light; and the common rules no longer apply for Him who reigns over it all.

Competition, gain, ambition, religion, or politics. None of it matters more than who we are in the end.  We all can be brave warriors.  Those who prayed and played, good and bad, rich or poor: unfathomingly equal in His love.  We are united as one great unit, a force spinning through time under the illusion of separateness and difference.  There are those that see heaven on earth.  There are those whose reason to be is a solemn calling to a vocation of practicing the abundant love of the ages.  Mystics and shamans called on it.  Monks and cantors who chant their prayers of a single sound know it by experience.  Twentieth century evangelical preachers woke it up and brought it out in tent revivals with the goal to lead people to come to Jesus.  

Movement from separation into dreams of unity despite gender, race, and belief was not without challenges.  Also present are those who strive to divide people for power’s sake.  They fail in half-hearted efforts at communicating with those they perceive as “other”.  Theirs is a critical and limited narrative built on negativity and discord.  Yet the people of the Faith do not waver; they still believe.  All is not always in harmony.  But all is us.  And thus, we find our we.