In That Same Vein

And then last night as I sat in a full-to-capacity balcony for the Christmas Eve service, my mind wandered to the awful thought that this old, old balcony might not be able to withstand the weight. Why my fears take over me like that, I don't know. But I had a zing to my spirit that is difficult to put into words. These zings or knowings that come out of the blue are instantaneous and have no real words to them. I have to conjure up a close facsimile in English so that I can put something down for posterity. Anyway, in words it might go something like this:

"Do you think you are God, All-That-Is, that you have to worry about such catastrophes as though these things are really your concern? You are but one physical part of the All-That-Is, as you realized yesterday morning. There are things that the All-That-Is is responsible for worrying about, although God is neither responsible in the way you typically think nor worried. But the collective I Am, the collective All-That-Is, God if you will, will deal with it. Rest easy my child."