Are there thieves inside your temple; the temple of you? Jesus cast money changers (thieves) from the temple in Mark 11. Not only that, he forbid carrying merchandise about. Something worth a ponder.

I wonder what the money-changers are inside my temple and what are they stealing from me? What merchandise am I carrying that has no place here?

Jesus went to the temple the day before casting out the money-changers just to look around. It was the next day that he called them thieves.

We assume dishonesty was the issue.  But history notes that money-changing was carefully regulated by the priests.  Interest wasn’t allowed however, a fee was assessed.  Were the rates too high? Is that what prompted Jesus to call them thieves?

Once upon a time, I said, “Father, I’m so tired of being afraid of being deceived. It’s like walking around on eggshells worried that I’m hearing the wrong things in the world, or wrong preachers in church, or even wrong things from myself. How would I ever know, anyway? If a person is deceived, they’re the last one to know.

Everyone relies on someone else to tell them the truth. But how can that be reliable? There’s some kind of deception happening in every life. Apparently, we’re all a hot mess! Blind leading the blind. Who can possibly be honest and guarantee their word, advice, or instruction, is from you?

Who is God? Is he the same as he was 5, 10, or 15 years ago? And if not, isn’t it because your perception of him changed?

These are rhetorical questions meant to cause you to ponder how great those changes have been inside yourself and where you view him in relation to yourself now. I mention it because of the vastness of change that I’m aware of within myself.

No, I don’t actually think he changed in the tiniest. He was always who he is. And he knows exactly who he is. There is no glimmer of doubt in him.

I have been feeling so lost on my own site, my own platform. But, why? After all, I created it through the burning of spirit within me. Why should I feel lost now?

Well, I think I just ran across an answer. I’d asked Father for an answer, of course. So I’m not surprised. But I’m not going to jump to conclusions that this is the full answer. I’ve had this feeling too many times. And the answers seem to come in stages and pieces. They often take quite some time to acquire the whole picture.

Anyway, this “piece” is so simple. Aren’t they always? Lol.

It’s about living in this moment right now in this new territory with my Father and being content here with him. I don’t need to have all the answers because they really are simply him. Just him.

Oh, the issues, problems, and obstacles we face. And we think our choice is to embrace it or fight it. But actually, there is a third choice, the most effective one which is hidden, ignored, and mostly unknown.

It’s the kingdom. And when I began to wake up to the inner kingdom where God lives, I began discovering this place isn’t just mine. We all have one, an inner kingdom, and it’s where the greatest power of the universe lives. It’s right here inside us.

There’s a reason God put his kingdom inside each of us. It’s so it would always be with us. Never leaving us because we need it constantly to learn how the facts of our world can be turned, transformed, and changed on behalf of ourselves and everyone we have ever loved.

Sometimes things happen that seem to come from so far out of left field that I stand in shock, unprepared, and appalled. That seems to have been my typical reaction in every crisis I’ve experienced. I never see it coming, I always feel unprepared, and I’m almost always appalled.

It’s a human response. But I could be wrong. You may be a person who is always prepared and ready for these blasts from left field. And maybe I should try harder to gain that stance.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about discipline in terms of whether its use or lack thereof has a bearing on the state of our society.

Father’s soft voice echoed in my ear. “Without discipline as a child, most people will grow up without significant compassion.”

That pairing had never occurred to me. Discipline and Compassion. So my mind hesitated to accept it even while my heart was agreeing completely. Shouldn’t I research this concept before sharing it willy-nilly?

“Why am I not healed?” Ah, yes, one of those questions that gets my brain battling between sides. Right side: “You are already healed, so believe and manifest it“. Left side: “Just stating the obvious facts here.”

I actually do believe that I’m already healed and that immoveable Faith in this Fact came to me through a most real vision years ago. In it, I floated inside Father. Sitting with my legs crossed, I watched everything he was doing and saying. And Father simply couldn’t see anyone except through the eyes of Love, which is the perfection of his thought when he formed and created each of us.

It all began in September 2019. The worst virus I’d ever known attacked me. Extremely difficult breathing and coughing were the main symptoms. So, I assumed it was bronchitis. But this was bronchitis gone rogue and it hung on for over 3 weeks.

As I look back now, I realize it was just the beginning of a long haul. Other seemingly unrelated attacks began even before the “bronchitis” was finished running its course.

First the heart, then the neurological system, and finally my GI tract. Each one with severe symptoms. And each one presented a new, more frightening, and difficult territory to overcome.

I know it isn’t Easter exactly, but it is for me in many ways.

One of them is this website. It was in critical error for several months.

What does that mean? What the heck do I know? I mean really. I write. But the technology behind the writing? Well, I’m not a programmer, to say the least.

I had no clue how to fix it. So, I just kept paying for the domain… hoping one day I’d understand.

Today was that day! Something clicked. Something made sense. And here I am again clacking away on my keyboard.