Tuesday Prayer

I am certain it was the voice of God because it was accompanied by such a strong epiphany like a movement in a symphony or something. The sentiment was simple: Love your neighbor as yourself...(God) was saying I would never talk to my neighbor the way I talked to myself, and that somehow I had come to believe it was wrong to kick other people around but it was okay to do it to myself. It was as if God had put me in a plane and flown me over myself so I could see how I was connected, all the neighborhoods falling apart because I would not let myself receive love from myself, from others, or from God.

excerpt from "Love: How To Truly Love Yourself" by Don Miller in Blue Like Jazz