What if you just arrived home to find a box sitting at your doorstep? It has your name on it, but you don’t remember ordering anything. You open it and inside is another box with a letter affixed to the front. You open the letter, and it reads:
I have saved every one of your kindnesses that you have ever bestowed. These are my sacred memories of you; they are my only memories of you. It is what remains, when all else falls away. This is the life and breath from which you were wrought.
Oh my, how you have blossomed with the tenderness of every kindness. Each kindness dropping like tiny bread crumbs from your hands, leaving a luminescent trail for all to walk in.
Open the box, sit, read and feast on the bounty of kindnesses you have committed. These are the detailed notes I’ve been keeping all these years, every single, small, long forgotten kindness you have ever offered is here.
You, my messenger of kindness, when I call you to your everlasting home, we’ll sit and read these together — with stars gathering at our feet, for their illumination has always been spun from the vestiges of human kindness.
“How can you who are so holy suffer?
All your past except its beauty is gone,
and nothing is left but a blessing.
I have saved all your kindnesses
and every loving thought you ever had…
They are beyond destruction and beyond guilt.
They came from the Holy Spirit within you,
and we know what God creates is eternal.
You can indeed depart in peace
because I have loved you as I loved myself.
You go with my blessing and for my blessing.
Hold it and share it, that it may always be ours.
I place the peace of God in your heart
and in your hands, to hold and share.
The heart is pure to hold it,
and the hands are strong to give it.”
excerpted from A Course in Miracles