If love is the magnetic draw on the heart towards the Other, then God is surely Love, with a capital L, the call of Absolute Otherness from above, from beyond the globe. A call to pray the wordless prayer of adoration, which a light heart naturally indulges. And it alarms and saddens me more and more to witness the fury with which those around me deny their natural light heart, actively work against this call to their spirit by indulging instead a frantically noisy noisome mind. People prefer the pall of depression to the lift of obedience. Freedom is not the freedom to do as you please, but the release of spirit that attends the choiceless life.

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