Presented by Niánn Emerson Chase
to members and guests of Global Community Communications Church at a World-Wide Sunday Service
(Also available in the book, Teachings on Healing, Second Edition)
We are all aware that this planet is in dire need of healing. In order for the planet to heal, the individuals, the human beings who have caused its devastation, need to heal.
In her book, Ordinary Times, Cycles in Marriage, Faith and Renewal, Nancy Meyers shares one of the most significant epiphanies of her life.
A couple of years ago, I had an experience that struck me, in spite of its familiar setting, and maybe even in some people’s lives, its predictability, as odd. I was at the Newman Center Mass I often attend on Saturday afternoons. Still walking in those days, I had just received communion and returned to my pew, where I knelt, and after one coherent little prayer, began the interior jumble that forms my post-communion meditation. This was even more of a mess than usual because I felt panic-stricken. My multiple sclerosis was getting worse, almost by the day, and my resolve to cope bravely in a manner befitting my stern Yankee heritage was weakening even faster than my muscles were. I just wanted to get rid of the damned disease. God, God, God, I prayed. Please cure me, heal me. And then for the first and only time in my life, I got a response. I had never heard voices, and I didn’t hear one now. Three monosyllables simply materialized in my consciousness: “But I am.”