Gloria:

Dear God, in Godspell, Jesus said that His Father could have sent a host of angels if He chose.

God:

That is true. I could have sent a host of angels. Of course, I could. Jesus did not have less of My love because his body perished at that time. I did not abandon him, and he knew that.

That is hard for My children to grasp.

You would like My love and death and hurt to be reconciled, and you do not know how to reconcile the two. And you are right. They do not coincide. To you, pain and death are real, and thus, sometimes, My love less real.

What if there is only My love? If there is only My love, what you call suffering vanishes. If you could know there is only My love, then there would be no pain or suffering. Suffering would recede in the light of My love. Suffering is a name you give to ignorance.

Gloria:

Dear God, but isn't physical pain pain?

God:

You experience pain because you put your attention there.

Put your attention on Me, and pain can't enter. You cannot feel pain and Me at the same time.

Gloria:

But we have all these nerve endings that feel pain.

God:

You learned the concept pain.

Gloria:

But doesn't this signal of pain tell us to take our hand off the hot stove?

God:

Certainly. And what you call pain also tells you to take your attention off it and put your attention on Me.

Gloria:

Dear God, I guess I just can't accept that in great bodily pain, I wouldn't feel it.

God:

Gloria, you feel what you tell yourself to.

The intensity to which you experience pain can be experienced as My love to that exact same degree of intensity.

Pain is fear made physical.

Gloria:

With all respect, my dear God, if a dentist drilled my tooth, it would hurt.

God:

You have had several root canals, and you never felt one twinge of pain.

Gloria:

I had novacaine!

God:

Some people have novacaine and still feel the pain. You didn't know you had to have pain while you had novacaine. You didn't convince yourself of that. That's where you were.

Don't fight Me, dear Gloria. You don't have to accept what I say. You also don't have to argue it. Just say, Okay, God.

Gloria:

Okay, God, thank You!

But are you saying that pain is a choice we make?

God:

Sometimes it is a habit.

Here is how you know what comes from Me.

Truth is from Me, of Me.

If it is a judgment, you can know it is not from Me. Judgment is not truth.

If it comes from fear, you know it is not from Me. Fear is not of Me, and I do not endorse it.

I do not tell you to do this or not do this because if you do or don't, you will be struck down. No. Threats are not from Me. I do not threaten.

All I do is call you to Me. I call you to My name. I say, "Come on high. Come over here. Be happy with Me."

I wait for you like a lover who throws a pebble at your window.

Gloria:

Dear God, am I beginning to understand that we cannot understand?

God:

Your intellect cannot understand.

Your heart already knows.

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Ruth to Gloria:

Heavenletters came in fine, though in a different format, with your questions in italics, which for me were a bit harder to read. Anyway, whatever form it comes, it is always sooooo welcome.

Thank you, and, most of all, thank God.

Much love to you as always, Ruth

God:

You are welcome, My blessed daughter Ruth.

Nancy L. to Gloria:

I am enjoying Lucile's questions and the beautiful answers that God is giving.

Diane to God and Heavenreaders:

In respect to all Your messages and with specific regard to what You told Lucile yesterday, dear God, the beauty and perfection of Your answers leaves me in awe…

My sermon on Only Good Can Happen was very well received. Thank You, God, for the great material.

The process of putting the sermon together was very healing for me. Tomorrow marks 3 months since Molly left her body. The sermon was the story of my spiritual growth through Molly's arrival and departure and through opening my heart to God through Heavenletters.

Doing the sermon felt like the perfect step to take in my new oneness in action directive.

I am waiting for my next assignment…

God:

Well-done. Be alert.