The Great Chain on Urantia (Chapter 9, page 1 of 5)

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Chapter 9

17 December 1949 Brother Cyprios walks the compound…

Another year has come and gone and Jack Will now be nine; tomorrow we will celebrate His birthday, and then, one week, the birthday of Our Lord. How time has flown. How Jack has grown.

He has attained the stature of a man.

It seems so short a time since he arrived, And I was all adither about his hairiness.

In such a state I was that he did not Look altogether normal. I was a wreck.

But time and God took care of that, and Jack Has been a son to me, a son to us.

We watched him grow from hairy little babe To a most engaging lad, an introspective But polite and willing pupil. My pride, The pupil of my eye. But talk of pride…

Dear Jack, I see in you some signs of a growing Intemperance, a hubris of your own. You do not Openly dispute or question anyone, but while Agreeing with your manner and your mouth, You are rethinking and researching your Already private views. At this young age You show a worrisome mental reservation.

Sometimes when you receive, you do not quite Accept an answer, but put it in a holding Place; you file it for evaluation.

And Jack, you are too young to take this attitude.

Perhaps our dearest Jack has not received The one thing that he badly needed, the one thing That we could not give, some younger friends From whose example he could learn a right Humility. But how could we arrange this thing?

These sometime trips to town have given him Some contact with the outside world, but they Cannot do much for fostering the social skills And customary deferential stance Another child comes by unconsciously In imitation of compliant peers.

Our Jack not only has no peers, he does Not recognize the concept. Our peerless Jack.

He feels himself too much himself and not A part of us; he is as yet an alien: By virtue of his youth he stands alone, A crispy lettuce in a grove of oaks.

It is an early lesson in the ineluctable Solitude of every human soul: Man stands alone, so basically and tragically Alone, that just to think of it strikes fear Into the heart of every thinking person.

And such is Jack. The compensating virtue Of losing self in God's encompassing Ubiquity, the merging with the oversoul Of God Supreme in mystic contemplation, This cannot yet be real to Jack. And certainly The dimmer version of that ecstasy Vouchsafed to more pedestrian souls who find A mortal love with other mortal beings Will not be part of Jack's young life as yet.

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