I was just doing some weeding in my garden when I started thinking about God and carrots. I planted carrot seeds this year and they are doing very nicely. However, every year I must thin the carrots. I have to pull out perfectly healthy little carrot plants in order to make sure the rest of the plants produce nice healthy carrots. It is a difficult job on several levels. First, my knees hurt. It ain’t easy pulling those little things out down on your hands and knees. But more important, I feel lousy pulling these carrots. They are beautiful healthy little plants - and I have to yank them out and put them in the compost. What a shame, so many potential carrots that don’t make it. What about the people that don’t make it.
What about the people who live normal lives and when they die they never reawaken? How sad it is to contemplate that many of the people around us will never live beyond this existence. I can’t help but look at a person and wonder; is he/she going to wake up on the Mansion worlds? Of course there is no way of knowing the answer to such a question. But there is nothing in the Urantia Book that suggests that everyone we know will wake up and start a new Morontia existence. If I am sad about my little carrot seedlings, how much more is God saddened by His children who make poor choices and fail to wake up in the next life? How God must weep.
However, the Urantia Book has some of the best news to offer I have ever heard from any religious text. Everyone who has the potential to choose the Father’s will – will survive. Most religions separate people between those who are in and those who are out. But the Urantia Book says that everyone has the opportunity to pass through the sleep of death and into the universe adventure! The choice is ours to make, no strings attached. Sounds pretty cool. I feel that most of the people that I know I will see again after I die. I’m ok with that.
But for the moment, I have gardening to do. And the carrots need to be weeded and thinned. They are such a pain to plant and to take care of. But when the harvest comes in, it’s worth it.
God Bless You,
William Whitehead
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