Hello Beloveds.
Today I would like to share a story with you.
A story that you find across many differing religions.
It's a story of the inherent divinity that resides within all of us.
So,
Sit back and enjoy this short story.
A long time ago,
In the country that is now Mexico,
A man was walking in the mountains,
Collecting beautiful flowers to sell,
When,
Suddenly,
A large luminous force appeared in front of him.
The man immediately knew this force was God.
And,
As if to confirm this,
A voice spoke from the sphere.
My child,
This evening I will go and visit you at your home.
The man was a godly man,
And he was overjoyed by the news.
He replied,
Of course,
Of course,
I'll be waiting for you.
The man took the fresh flowers he had collected,
And went home to prepare the best food and guest quarters he had,
In anticipation of God visiting his home.
A few hours passed,
And God still hadn't appeared.
The man began to worry if God's plan had changed,
When,
All of a sudden,
There was a knock at the door.
The man was so excited that he ran to open the door.
But what he found in front of him was an old woman,
Hunched over and walking with a cane.
She said,
Hello,
Kind sir.
I have journeyed far,
And I am very tired.
Do you have a bed that I can sleep in tonight?
I'll be on my way tomorrow morning.
The man replied,
Well,
I have a bed,
But I'm waiting for someone important,
So I cannot help you right now.
The woman went away,
Disappointed.
A little while later,
There was another knock at the door,
And the man was excited and thought,
God is finally here.
But when he opened the door,
He found a beggar,
Looking tired and hungry.
I'm very hungry.
Could you spare some food,
Please?
The beggar asked.
The man replied,
No,
I cannot help you today.
I have food,
But it's reserved for somebody else.
The beggar also went away,
Disappointed.
The man closed the door and said again,
Where is God?
Why doesn't he come?
A few minutes later,
There was another knock at the door.
The man opened the door hesitantly,
Hoping it was God.
Again,
It wasn't God,
But a group of children standing on his front porch.
Good evening,
Sir.
We know you sell flowers,
And we wanted to make beautiful art for the town square.
I'm sorry,
But we don't have any money to buy them from you.
The man looked over at the table he had set for dinner,
And at the beautiful flower arrangement in the centre.
No,
I don't have any flowers I can spare.
Good night,
He said,
And he closed the door.
The man continued waiting,
Until finally he fell asleep.
When the man awoke the next day,
He was upset,
Because God had lied to him and had not come at all.
A week later,
When he returned to the mountain to pick flowers again,
The luminous force reappeared.
The man said,
God,
I was waiting for you.
Why didn't you come?
And God said,
But I did come.
I came in the form of an old woman wanting to sleep,
And you turned me away.
I came in the form of a man wanting to eat,
And you turned me away.
And I came in the form of children wanting to create art,
And you turned me away.
I was there,
But you did not recognise me.
