Being recreated every moment of my life

I have seldom acknowledged the inspiration I get from reading the blogs of other souls. In reality, I am grateful for so many people sharing their insights and encouragement through blogging.

Last night I reflected on a post by Laura who is at that singular crossroad of life, deciding to become a Baha’i or not. I am, of course, past that question although my challenge is trying my best at being a Baha’i. But there is so much in common between all of us, people who have certitude and people who are only beginning on the path of search.

So I was reflecting on the question of re-creation. Not recreation as in recreational activities although these, when you think of it, have the same purpose of renewing our true self; re-creation as what we observe when a root from a dying plant is replanted and then blossoms in all its glorious beauty (I got that from a talk this morning with a colleague, about office plants).

Baha’u’llah in a Tablet recalling the Festival of Ridvan, praises the re-creation of the whole creation:

This is the Day whereon naught can be seen except the splendors of the Light that shineth from the face of Thy Lord, the Gracious, the Most Bountiful. Verily, We have caused every soul to expire by virtue of Our irresistible and all-subduing sovereignty. We have, then, called into being a new creation, as a token of Our grace unto men. I am, verily, the All-Bountiful, the Ancient of Days.
(Baha’u’llah, Gleanings from the Writings of Baha’u’llah, p. 27)

In another tablet He states:

Thus have We created the whole earth anew in this day, yet most of the people have failed to perceive it.
(Baha’u’llah, The Summons of the Lord of Hosts, p. 24)

As I opened my prayer book this morning, I was guided to a long and profound prayer for service. Although it is worth reflecting on each single paragraph of this prayer, I am quoting here the one that deals with recreation because it addresses exactly the question of when recreation happens — in every single moment of my life, as long as I cleave to the cord of His grace:

Do Thou destine for me, O my God, what will set me, at all times, towards Thee, and enable me to cleave continually to the cord of Thy grace, and to proclaim Thy name, and to look for whatsoever may flow down from Thy pen.  I am poor and desolate, O my Lord, and Thou art the All-Possessing, the Most High.  Have pity, then, upon me through the wonders of Thy mercy, and send down upon me, every moment of my life, the things wherewith Thou hast recreated the hearts of all Thy creatures who have recognized Thy unity, and of all Thy people who are wholly devoted to Thee.

God is all glorious! Have a blessed day!

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