“Let this review be then your gift to me. For this alone I need; that you will hear the words I speak, and give them to the world. You are my voice, my eyes, my feet, my hands through which I save the world. The Self from which I call to you is but your own. To Him we go together. Take your brother’s hand, for this is not a way we walk alone. In him I walk with you, and you with me. Our Father wills His Son be one with Him. What lives but must not then be one with you?”
Two things come to me when I read this paragraph: I can almost hear Jesus speaking to Helen with these words, requesting her assistance, as well as assuring her that she is one with all those to whom the Course will come.
The other thing is a memory. In 1983, my third guide dog, Peso, was dying of autoimmune hemolytic anemia, a disease which destroys the red blood cells. One night, I sat beside him on the kitchen floor. He had a secondary respiratory infection, so that periodically, I had to hold his head up so that he could breathe. Peso was a gentle, faithful dog, and I cried out in despair and anger, “God! Why is he suffering like this? He’s never hurt anyone? Why are You doing this to him?”
The answer came almost immediately, not in words, but just in knowing, “You are my hands and feet in this situation.”
Nothing changed in the outer world. Peso still struggled for breath, and was dying, but I felt a measure of peace, because I knew I had received a true message of love.