by Alan Johnston, Pottsville
“Render unto Caesar the things which are Caesar’s, and unto God the things that are God’s.” (Matthew 22:21)
So I can say that I have done a fair bit of rendering to Caesar: creating a business and considerable employment; paying rates, multiple taxes and speeding fines; voting for the good, the bad and the indifferent in equal measure – with giving back to the community and the environment in there as well.
As to God, well there’s always been this sense of a love of God – that occasionally seemed to waver (but not really), and didn’t get rendered to that much at times, but which, when felt tenderly enough, was always there.
It is this inner connection – as precious as a distillation of childhood innocence and more – that sustains me. And in truth it is utterly untouched by Caesar, his legionaries… or his newspapers.
But what do you do when a selfless reflection of this love is venally denigrated by the media and its arrogant urges?
Firstly, this love I am speaking of is my deeply personal experience of Universal Medicine, its founder Serge Benhayon and its gifted practitioners and students.
Secondly, I will answer my own question with another.
How would you feel, denizens of the media, cult experts and associated paid flunkies, if something you held so dear, so dearest – was subjected to the kind of behaviour you have engaged in?
Take the sweetest sense you have of a young child you know, full of wonderment, shine and simple trust, with the love of the All in their eyes. Now write your stories, work your deceits, bathe in your self-justification until that sense is trampled, lost… and you need another coffee or a fag to feel alive. Got it?
I’m not going to hold my breath.