When I was married to her father over 20 years ago, she and I did not see eye to eye at first. She is a Christian and I am a traditional Kahuna. In the beginning it was awkward for us both. Of course we were less mature and less wise than we are today. So there was a discomfort when she and her husband would come to our home and see our various altars and mixtures of different spiritual objects around our house. Their’s was a simpler one, they had a bible, and in their devotion they studied it often. Her father was part Apache so she was familiar with his ceremonial ways and she honored him.
As time passed, I grew deeper in love with her and her family, and especially her three beautiful daughters. I watched as she and her husband parented these girls, with love and patience and stability ... things I never had. Her children spoke in soft voices as they spoke to them. I admired them very, very much. She is one of the most wonderful mothers ever.
I also watched as her devotion to her religion and her love for God took her to places in the world where she felt she could make a difference. Recently I saw a Facebook posting of her at their annual dinner for an organization she has been part of for a long time, called Silent Voices. She was one of the speakers. I felt so proud of her, so proud to know her. We have watched and followed each other, each doing our own spiritual work in different ways but with the same love, for the same God. She has honored my work as I hers and there are no barriers between us - only a deep love of each other and of God. One God, one Love.
I recently returned from Israel and saw many places where Jews, Christians and Muslims were living side by side in harmony and mutual respect. Sure, there is still the hate and the killing and the fighting, but that is not what is starting to win. Love is. You don’t see that reported in the news, but there are miracles happening. Love does that. And that Love is God ... and Love is the most powerful force in the universe!
The Course in Miracles says: ‘The holiest place on earth is where an ancient hate turns into an ancient love.’ This miracle happens one person at a time, choosing to have religious tolerance. Choosing love. My beautiful Spirit Daughter taught me this...