Though the "sins of the fathers" are "visited upon the children," I know that divine Love is also poured out upon them, and there is no power in the sins to extinguish or turn aside the Love.
They endure but a season, only "to the third and fourth generation;" while the Love that is God endureth alway.
I turn now and forever from the sins to the Love. The mistakes of ignorant souls have no power to fasten and feed upon me.
I am surrounded and penetrated by the Love that is God. It destroys them as by fire. They shrivel and die.
I expand and glow in this white heat which purifies and redeems me from mortal sense inclinations. I am every whit whole.
I am the son of the Father and heir to all good things. I am taking possession of my inheritance, I am no longer self-disinherited.
I am no longer beguiled by the serpent of self-deception. In my Father's house there is enough and to spare. Full supply of health, joy, peace, plenteousness, is mine this moment.
I have left the far country of soul poverty. I shall dwell in it no more. My lost birthright is found.
The ring of son-ship is on my finger. I see and feel the token of kinship with the divine.
I feel the new blood flowing into and through me and filling me with the vitality that is not at the mercy of circumstances.
In it is no poisonous germ. It is all-potent, all-dominant, the blood of my royal descent.
In its strength I go forth to my fellow-men to help lift their self-imposed curse from off them.
In its strength I speak the word which shall lift them from the dust.
In its strength I lift up the beguiling serpent, and they, looking up instead of down to the dust, shall truly live.
In its strength I draw them up to the true source of all health, wisdom, and power.
Through me the infinite Love warms and feeds them as its own children, and they too shall know their heredity from God.
For me there is no dark world. There is only light. They too are in the light, and I see them in the light.
All disease, pain, and suffering are burned up forevermore. These are of the world and I am not of the world.
Now, "O Father! I come to thee. Glorify thou me with thine own self."
More from Ursula N. Gestefeld
- Born April 22, 1845 and died in 1921 (burried at Graceland Cemetery, Chicago).
- Involved in Christian Science
- Most famous work is The Woman Who Dares.