IT IS CONSUMMATED

One night about 2 A. M. I was awakened from a profound sleep. It was almost as if I had not been to bed at all, so complete was the awakening.

I got up - went into the bathroom and took a shower and went out into the garage where I had a box of soft clay.

I had been working for some weeks on the idea of embodiment - that is personifying the thing you are doing - and as a result of this had brought home a box of clay, attempting after a fashion to LET something take place through me - something which was entirely outside my ordinary capacities. My success had been more or less mediocre - not exactly disappointing - but not to flattering.

I took a handful of clay and found myself modeling a sort of crude cross - at the top of which I sketchily put in I N R I - (the jest which the clowning human mind had placed on the original cross - "Jesus the King of the Jews."

Then the thought came to me to make a crucifix - but immediately I was startled by the idea of anything so terrific as molding a likeness of our Lord. I felt unworthy to attempt such a job - and sat holding the clay. Almost as if by magic I looked down and found my hands sort of closing in on a slender body - my fingers seemed to be modeling the clay almost unconsciously. A surprisingly beautiful body lay there. I looked at it with such tender affection that tears came to my eyes - and I realized that I had to lay it on the cross. Some way or other for a moment I sensed the fact that everybody had to crucify Jesus - the wonderful symbol of Materialized Spirit.

I fastened his hands to the arms of the cross and put my hand under His precious head - when suddenly the whole figure crumpled up and fell half away from the cross. In doing so the weight was almost entirely suspended by the left arm - and clay seemed more like rubber than anything else and the muscles of the back and chest came into being - it seemed as if the left arm would be torn from its socket - the head dropped on the breast and I knew "it was consummated."

For a while I stared down at the thing that had happened and then I started to reach for some tools to work out more of the details on the unfinished hands and feet - but something restrained me and so I left it unfinished as it was.

The next morning when I saw it again I was glad I had not gone further but had left it as it had come through. God has wondrous ways which are past finding out - and past trying out. The restraining influence of the power flowing through a musician playing so much faster than his human mind can work, through all the intricacies, indicates what must and will take place in us when we will "Let that mind be in us which was also in Christ Jesus."

"It is consummated" - the eventual giving up of all struggle and the entering into Heritage which awaits you will release many wonderful things through you.

A few days after the crucifix had been cast and some copies made of it - a friend found these lovely lines coming through about it.

"The man of sorrow walked his lonely path.

And then, his listening heart thrilled to:

"My Son"

No cruel deed, nor vicious wrath

Can harm "The One."

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