I am a Son of God. And can I be another thing as well? Did God create
the mortal and corruptible? What use has God’s beloved Son for what must
die? And yet a neutral thing does not see death, for thoughts of fear
are not invested there, nor is a mockery of love bestowed upon it. Its
neutrality protects it while it has a use. And afterwards, without a
purpose, it is laid aside. It is not sick or old or hurt. It is but
functionless, unneeded and cast off. Let me not see it more than this
today; of service for a while and fit to serve, to keep its usefulness
while it can serve, and then to be replaced for greater good.

“My body, Father, cannot be Your Son. And what is not created cannot be
sinful or sinless; neither good nor bad. Let me, then, use this dream to
help Your plan that we awaken from all dreams we made.”