The first question

After that night when the question became apparent, I thought about what I would ask.
And so, my question became formulated. "Are you the son of God?", I asked. Blasphemes
question perhaps. Are we not taught to simply know that this is true.

Having been brought up in an Episcopal Church complete with Latin masses, I should have
simply known that of course Jesus was the son of God. But, as I grew older and away from the church, this seemed more a question. Who was this man? And, why did he have such an impact. Of course there are other with similar impact. Buddha might be one. Even is the not so distant past we have the founder of the Mormon church. All of them persecuted for their beliefs. Every one who dared speak out of the box, off the beaten
track somehow gets set apart.

So, now what of these other non-physical teachers still with us today - Abraham, Ramtha? Without judgment, I asked the question and to my surprise, a feeling of the answer came to me. "Yes, but so are you". So am I. The bible tells me so. Why so hard to believe that I might be really a child of God?