Don’t be so quick to put love aside because of what you imagine is self-interest. You might willfully allow your heart to die on the vine as you turn your back on another version of yourself. It is yourself you turn your back on.

Why would I, God, listen to world news? I have My own ear to the ground. I have a version of life different from yours and different from the version the world at large itself portrays. The biggest difference between the world and Me is that the world tends to live by fear while I choose to live by love. I banish no one. I don’t jump to conclusions. I do not slam doors. I open hearts. I bless. I welcome.

I offer refuge. I do not pick and choose, even as you may think I sometimes discriminate against you.

I do not make up rules and procedures. If someone needs admittance, I give admittance. If someone needs help, I give help. If someone needs hope, I give hope. I set no limits. I do not say that only people who look like me can come into My gated community. I have no gated communities.

I do not make up or conclude fear stories of all the detrimental things that could happen. When people flee for their lives, I let them in. I do not see that they are a danger to Me. I offer them a room in My inn. I am not exclusive. I am inclusive.

The world I envision has no borders. There is one country, and that is the whole world. All are welcome. The extant world, as it appears, is squirrelly. A squirrel buries his possessions so no one else can take away or diminish his hoard in any way. He keeps them to his squirrel self. He sees newcomer squirrels as possible thieves and lets in only so many and no more and feels virtuous as he protects his country from perceived outsiders, as if somehow he is royalty and comes first, as if he is privileged, and others are not..

And this is how some greet the world. Some see their space conscripted. Some see danger wherever they look. To all intents and purposes, they say:

“Stay away. I am sorry you are fleeing for your life, yet you might take away what is mine. I will let a few fleeing souls in, yet, for my own survival, I must lock my gates. Whether you live or die, I cannot allow surplus on my ground. Starve to death somewhere else. Be slain in the land you came from. I am my brother’s keeper, and I take care of my own. I not take care of people from other places who could bear malice to innocents such as me. I do not discriminate. I discern. I am wise. I protect myself and my own as any red-blooded person would do.”

I will tell you, dear ones, that selfishness is not the lay of the land any longer. Selfishness is not something to be proud of. Love is the lay of the land. If you want survival for what you see as your own, then open your hearts.

I have been known to say: “Let My people go.” Now I say: “Let My people in.”

I say to you: “Let My people in.”