Huffing and puffing, I made it to the top of the stairs that climbed the very steep hill in Los Angeles. I thought walking the stairs would be a piece of cake, because when I had lived in downtown LA, I would run those steps every Sunday morning.
It turns out that fourteen years of not running those stairs makes a difference, because this time when I finally reached the end I was so out of breath, I had to sit down on the benches provided in the little park at the top.
As I sat there, waiting for my breathing and heart to slow down, a young man approached, and holding out a badge hanging from around his neck asked me, “Are you with The Amazing Grace?”
Thinking he was from a church group, my immediate answer was, “No sorry,” and he rushed off looking very lost.
However, the moment I said that I was not with The Amazing Grace, I realized that of course I was, and so was he. I wanted to tell him that he was not lost, but he had already reached the stairs and was heading down.
Actually, I think he did hear me thinking it, because he turned to me, and we had a moment’s pause together as we looked at each other across the park.
It was perfect. I had just climbed the Angel Flight Stairs, in the city of Angels, was resting in a place called Angel Knoll and was asked, “Are you with The Amazing Grace” and heard the Angel Idea that told me, “Yes we all are with The Amazing Grace.”
We are never separated from it, and we are never lost. Every great spiritual teacher and prophet has told us this, and they live, and lived, their lives practicing and demonstrating this Truth.