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	Comments on: Midlife Crisis	</title>
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		By: Jack Spratt		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[At, or too near the end of my life for comfort, I feel myself drawn into the arms of a parent--Our Parent--or as I sometimes call God: The Author of our existence. 
As Parent God is better in that role then my biological parents or than I could ever have aspired to be to my once living but now dead children. 
In no small measure do I become a child blest and best expressed as; 
&quot;suffer the little children to come to me. . . . &quot;
I find peace in knowing my parents and children are enfolded by God and thus welcome each day as a present leading me to Our Parent.
As now an old man well past the apogee of mid-life I suggest that you give full consciousness to each moment--your rising up and laying down--your joy and sorrow.
And in that consciousness you will find that you are with God in the before, during and after the life you now live. . . . 
Beloved, precious, free and unique.
As for myself there is within what I have said a suggestion of reincarnation and I would protest that I do not want to suffer the vicissitudes again. Looking back at what I presumed was loss has been returned renewed since my hands, arms and mind are no longer occupied with a wife, children, possessions or any sense of myself as extraordinary. . . . As mother taught me; &quot;We are no more important than a grain of sand.&quot; 
I was born, I had life and I will die.
What is new in that?
That I so love God I will gladly do it again should Mother/Father require it of me.
And so dear friend we are writ large upon the sands of eternity becoming that which we Love.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>At, or too near the end of my life for comfort, I feel myself drawn into the arms of a parent&#8211;Our Parent&#8211;or as I sometimes call God: The Author of our existence.<br />
As Parent God is better in that role then my biological parents or than I could ever have aspired to be to my once living but now dead children.<br />
In no small measure do I become a child blest and best expressed as;<br />
&#8220;suffer the little children to come to me. . . . &#8221;<br />
I find peace in knowing my parents and children are enfolded by God and thus welcome each day as a present leading me to Our Parent.<br />
As now an old man well past the apogee of mid-life I suggest that you give full consciousness to each moment&#8211;your rising up and laying down&#8211;your joy and sorrow.<br />
And in that consciousness you will find that you are with God in the before, during and after the life you now live. . . .<br />
Beloved, precious, free and unique.<br />
As for myself there is within what I have said a suggestion of reincarnation and I would protest that I do not want to suffer the vicissitudes again. Looking back at what I presumed was loss has been returned renewed since my hands, arms and mind are no longer occupied with a wife, children, possessions or any sense of myself as extraordinary. . . . As mother taught me; &#8220;We are no more important than a grain of sand.&#8221;<br />
I was born, I had life and I will die.<br />
What is new in that?<br />
That I so love God I will gladly do it again should Mother/Father require it of me.<br />
And so dear friend we are writ large upon the sands of eternity becoming that which we Love.</p>
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