The point of The New Gospel is not that Who You Are doesn’t matter, but just the opposite.
Who You Are matters so much that each of you is utterly magnificent. The new teaching is
that each of you is so magnificent, that not one of you is more magnificent than the other—
not in the eyes of God, and not in your eyes, either, if you look with the eyes of God.
Because it is impossible for you to “better” someone, does that take away your reason for
living?
Because you can’t have a “better” religion, or a “better” political party, or a “better” economic
system, does not mean you should not have any at all?
Must you know that yours will be the “better” picture before you pick up a brush and paint?
Can it not be simply another picture? Another expression of beauty?
Must a rose be “better” than an iris in order to justify its existence?
I tell you this: you are all flowers in the Garden of the Gods. Shall we turn the garden under
because one is no more beautiful than another? You have done exactly that. And then you
lament, “Where have all the flowers gone?”
You are all notes in the Celestial Symphony. Shall we decline to play the music because one
note is no more crucial than another?
But what if one note is a sour note? Does the sour note not spoil the symphony?
That depends on who is doing the listening.
I don’t understand.
Have you ever heard children sing and experienced the song as beautiful, even though half
the notes were off-key?
Yes. I have had exactly that experience.
And do you imagine that you are capable of an experience of which I am not?
I never thought of it that way.
And tell Me this. If a child is singing off-key, do you tell her to shut up? Is that how you
imagine you will encourage her to love music, or to love herself? Or do you inspire her to
even greater heights by telling her to keep singing?
Of course.
I have been listening to your songs for centuries. Your singing is music to My ears. Yet do
you imagine that none of you has ever sung off-key?
I’m sure one or two of us has.
Here, then, is your answer.
You are My children. I listen to you sing, and I call it beautiful.
There are no “sour notes” when you sing. There is only you, My child, singing your heart out.
You are God’s orchestra. It is through you that God orchestrates life itself. There are no “sour
notes” when you play. There is only you, My child, playing your heart out, trying to get it right.
If I failed to see the beauty in that, I would have no soul at all.
Remember this, always:
The soul is that which beholds beauty even when the mind denies it.