I'm reading the letters of Paul, and he is a very confused man. He alternates between the gospel as taught by Jesus, and some apparent insanity, some twisted version of Christianity. In one paragraph he speaks of love and understanding, and in the next, he speaks of turning our backs on sinners as if they could not be saved. There is the fact that he and we are also such sinners, should we turn our backs on ourselves as well?
He contradicts Christ's words and often contradicts his own. He goes on for pages how it is not the actions of man that gets us into heaven, but the action of God. He tells how those who follow the Law are trying to get into heaven by their own actions alone, and that the existence of Jesus has abolished the need for the Law. Then in the paragraphs immediately following these sentences, he lists a litany of actions that we should and should not perform that will allow or prevent our entering heaven. His confusion is wild and unchecked.
Notwithstanding, Jesus himself proclaimed specifically that he was not there to abolish the Law, but to enforce it. I will grant however, that Jesus rarely spoke plainly, as about the yeast, and could very well have meant that he was taking the Law's place. I will have to re-read multiple versions of this entry to be sure.
The wolves that Peter predicted would enter the Church did not waste time. There are no individuals that we may call wolves; no one person or group that we can suspect. The wolves are within each of us, even within the apostles. Every word a preacher speaks must be held up next to righteousness and compared to it. The problem is that the wolf is here, before my eyes. You and me, we are just as confused as Paul.
My only prayer is that one word be correct: it is an area where everyone agrees. That if I throw myself at the feet of our Lord and beg for forgiveness, for the scraps of his table, that I will receive a little mercy from Him. There is no way I can save myself, no way I could understand how, but in my begging, I will try to clean His floor with the only dirty rag that I have.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Saturday, December 8, 2007
The Hardcore are Questionable
I'm reading Paul's Corinthians I, and his ideas match slightly what I see as ignorance in today's Church. He preaches such things as turning away sinners, as if those who do can be comfortable that they are perfect. He preaches leaving women out of church discussion.
But he also preaches some wonderful things: Like how my heathen wife can go to heaven because I believe, among other good words. His speech alternates between wisdom and ignorant intolerance. Modern preachers of ignorance do this: They speak of love, and understanding, and in the very next sentence speak of hatred and closed-minded stupidity.
There are those today who say the Bible cannot be taken au la carte. You cannot take the parts you like and discard the parts you do not. This speech is ignorance: Jesus himself says otherwise.
Paul was an apostle, and surely would know better God's Message than me-- but Jesus frequently told the apostles that they were wrong. He often pointed out their misunderstanding of God's Word. Even to Peter, he pointed out that he would deny him three times. Even the great Peter, founder of Christianity, was flat out wrong sometimes. And the Lord called him on it.
I feel it is important to weigh the words of all profits and preachers. In the Bible, we have the words of God from his own mouth, the words of his son, the words of prophets relaying the word of God, the words of Apostles relaying the word of Jesus, of Deciples, preaching the second hand Word from the Apostles, and the words of madmen interpreting wild and irrelevant dreams. Today the message is further convoluted by the words of men, thousands of years removed, and full of compounded misunderstandings.
It's true: we must arm ourselves with righteousness, and know exactly what it means to be a Christian. We must weigh the words of all against the intent of God Himself. When reading the words of Peter or Paul, or hearing a sermon of your own modern Church, compare the Message to the very words of Jesus and God. You will find many discrepancies.
Where Man says one thing, and God speaks another, I will turn my back on Man. To those who say we should not question the Bible, we must insist that God tells us otherwise. To those who say we should hate the sinner; we must know that the speaker, and ourselves are no better, and not to be hated.
Turn your back to sin, but dine with the sinners, because you are no better.
But he also preaches some wonderful things: Like how my heathen wife can go to heaven because I believe, among other good words. His speech alternates between wisdom and ignorant intolerance. Modern preachers of ignorance do this: They speak of love, and understanding, and in the very next sentence speak of hatred and closed-minded stupidity.
There are those today who say the Bible cannot be taken au la carte. You cannot take the parts you like and discard the parts you do not. This speech is ignorance: Jesus himself says otherwise.
Paul was an apostle, and surely would know better God's Message than me-- but Jesus frequently told the apostles that they were wrong. He often pointed out their misunderstanding of God's Word. Even to Peter, he pointed out that he would deny him three times. Even the great Peter, founder of Christianity, was flat out wrong sometimes. And the Lord called him on it.
I feel it is important to weigh the words of all profits and preachers. In the Bible, we have the words of God from his own mouth, the words of his son, the words of prophets relaying the word of God, the words of Apostles relaying the word of Jesus, of Deciples, preaching the second hand Word from the Apostles, and the words of madmen interpreting wild and irrelevant dreams. Today the message is further convoluted by the words of men, thousands of years removed, and full of compounded misunderstandings.
It's true: we must arm ourselves with righteousness, and know exactly what it means to be a Christian. We must weigh the words of all against the intent of God Himself. When reading the words of Peter or Paul, or hearing a sermon of your own modern Church, compare the Message to the very words of Jesus and God. You will find many discrepancies.
Where Man says one thing, and God speaks another, I will turn my back on Man. To those who say we should not question the Bible, we must insist that God tells us otherwise. To those who say we should hate the sinner; we must know that the speaker, and ourselves are no better, and not to be hated.
Turn your back to sin, but dine with the sinners, because you are no better.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
God's Business
I am about halfway through Acts at this time and I am starting to understand how brilliantly the foundations for the Church had been laid. Most of this book is about travel from place to place, re-hashing the same old message of god to different people. Underlying that, however, there is a brilliant business plan that had been established by Jesus.
It turns out that the Christ was no fiscal dummy. Among his apostles were businessmen and tax preparers. It's stated numerous times that he dined with such individuals as well. He had plainly laid out his financial plans, intermingled with God's message when preaching to the wealthy: Surrender all your possessions, for a wealthy man has as much chance of getting into heaven as a camel has to pass through the eye of a needle.
The formula is this: Convert a wealthy man, who must then sell his possessions. The apostlehood contained the money wise individuals required to manage the now liquid funds. The money was managed and used to ensure that every member of the disciples were cared for in a socialist fashion. The new convert would in turn seek out others and convince them to repent, renewing the cycle. It's an economic model that required constantly seeking new disciples, so as more money was brought in, more people would be turned to the righteous path (and vice versa).
Its a viral model, and a very successful one, as in the first half of Acts, it's spread all around the eastern side of the Mediterranean, from Jerusalem to Greece. This path made possible by the existence of the massive Roman Empire.
Of note was Simon the Sorcerer. He held a similar business model, I imagine. Though instead of God as the focus of his followers, he held himself "at the head of the congregation," as Lucifer would. (Isiah 14) I pondered this week about why he would be denied from the faith, and slain for attempting to buy his way to heaven. Didn't any rich man who sold his possessions and entered the Church do this? Simon would enter, not only with vast wealth, but a huge following of his own people who could be made converts.
The answer, if you think it through is this: He would enter the Church as an infection. Even if not an official apostle, his followers in the Church would ensure that he would hold a similar level of power. He would enter, and tear focus away from God, and onto himself and collapse the Church from within for his own benefit, during its delicate infancy. He held the business plan perfectly, but it lacked God.
Peter, with the power granted from God, could apparently not only see the future, but the future of actions. He could see what would happen, as Jesus and God could, if Simon were allowed into the Church. He struck the sorcerer down on the spot, and the future that Peter saw was prevented from existing.
This tells me that, according to the Bible, the future is not set as a single path. It's course can be altered by actions in the present, and the potential for all things that may or may not happen is always there.
Another lesson from this: Beware the cult of Simon. Consider that one in this age is cautioned against cults. The difference between cult and church, as the cautious would tell you, is that a cult will instruct you to surrender all your possessions to join. However, the line is not so clear, as Jesus would have you surrender your possessions. Todays cult of Simon would bring this point to the forefront. Even established Churches this day may have lost their way, lacking Peter's divine vision. A sorcerer may have erroneously been allowed to lead. How does one tell the difference between a church and a cult then?
I say this: arm yourself first with Truth and Righteousness. Sharpen your wit, don't let your mind grow dull. Be firm in YOUR understanding of the Lord. Be ready to question the motives of the heads of congregations. Learn to manage your own wealth and see that it is divided among the truly needy. Be active under the Lord. Do not merely visit a Church on the sabbath and go through the motions, repeating the words and blindly following the leaders. Be a leader.
Always be aware, you have greater wealth to give than material. You have your heart, your head, and your efforts. Believe in God with all you have, and be ever suspicious of Man.
I know that after I leave, savage wolves will come in among you and will not spare the flock. Even from your own number men will arise and distort the truth in order to draw away disciples after them. So be on your guard!
-Acts 20
It turns out that the Christ was no fiscal dummy. Among his apostles were businessmen and tax preparers. It's stated numerous times that he dined with such individuals as well. He had plainly laid out his financial plans, intermingled with God's message when preaching to the wealthy: Surrender all your possessions, for a wealthy man has as much chance of getting into heaven as a camel has to pass through the eye of a needle.
The formula is this: Convert a wealthy man, who must then sell his possessions. The apostlehood contained the money wise individuals required to manage the now liquid funds. The money was managed and used to ensure that every member of the disciples were cared for in a socialist fashion. The new convert would in turn seek out others and convince them to repent, renewing the cycle. It's an economic model that required constantly seeking new disciples, so as more money was brought in, more people would be turned to the righteous path (and vice versa).
Its a viral model, and a very successful one, as in the first half of Acts, it's spread all around the eastern side of the Mediterranean, from Jerusalem to Greece. This path made possible by the existence of the massive Roman Empire.
Of note was Simon the Sorcerer. He held a similar business model, I imagine. Though instead of God as the focus of his followers, he held himself "at the head of the congregation," as Lucifer would. (Isiah 14) I pondered this week about why he would be denied from the faith, and slain for attempting to buy his way to heaven. Didn't any rich man who sold his possessions and entered the Church do this? Simon would enter, not only with vast wealth, but a huge following of his own people who could be made converts.
The answer, if you think it through is this: He would enter the Church as an infection. Even if not an official apostle, his followers in the Church would ensure that he would hold a similar level of power. He would enter, and tear focus away from God, and onto himself and collapse the Church from within for his own benefit, during its delicate infancy. He held the business plan perfectly, but it lacked God.
Peter, with the power granted from God, could apparently not only see the future, but the future of actions. He could see what would happen, as Jesus and God could, if Simon were allowed into the Church. He struck the sorcerer down on the spot, and the future that Peter saw was prevented from existing.
This tells me that, according to the Bible, the future is not set as a single path. It's course can be altered by actions in the present, and the potential for all things that may or may not happen is always there.
Another lesson from this: Beware the cult of Simon. Consider that one in this age is cautioned against cults. The difference between cult and church, as the cautious would tell you, is that a cult will instruct you to surrender all your possessions to join. However, the line is not so clear, as Jesus would have you surrender your possessions. Todays cult of Simon would bring this point to the forefront. Even established Churches this day may have lost their way, lacking Peter's divine vision. A sorcerer may have erroneously been allowed to lead. How does one tell the difference between a church and a cult then?
I say this: arm yourself first with Truth and Righteousness. Sharpen your wit, don't let your mind grow dull. Be firm in YOUR understanding of the Lord. Be ready to question the motives of the heads of congregations. Learn to manage your own wealth and see that it is divided among the truly needy. Be active under the Lord. Do not merely visit a Church on the sabbath and go through the motions, repeating the words and blindly following the leaders. Be a leader.
Always be aware, you have greater wealth to give than material. You have your heart, your head, and your efforts. Believe in God with all you have, and be ever suspicious of Man.
I know that after I leave, savage wolves will come in among you and will not spare the flock. Even from your own number men will arise and distort the truth in order to draw away disciples after them. So be on your guard!
-Acts 20
Monday, October 22, 2007
New Years Resolution, Come Early
Normally for my New Years resolution, I address something that I hate and learn more about it. I typically learn that my hatred is always born of ignorance, and once I understand something, the hatred goes away, sometimes to be replaced by enjoyment.
This year, I will seek understanding still, but not about something that I dislike. This year I will complete my reading of The Bible, and then I will begin the Koran.
Here is what I do not understand: Islam is said to be a religion of peace. Why then are the people who kill and terrorize and seek domination called "Islamic Extremists?" Wouldn't the extremities of a religion of peace be an extreme level of peace rather than violence?
I want to understand Islam. I have a theory that Islam and Christianity are of the same God, but different messengers. How does Jesus fit into Islam? How does the teachings of their profits compare to the words of Christ? Will I find our gods to be different? Their messages will hold the answer.
Before I go into understanding Islam, however, I want to have at least a better understanding of my own religion. I have to finish the Bible first, to give me a point of reference.
Today I read the following passage:
..a time is coming when anyone who kills you will think he is offering a service to God. They will do such things because they have not known the Father or me.
John 16, NIB
Do Islamics know God, or are extremists misnamed impostors?
This year, I will seek understanding still, but not about something that I dislike. This year I will complete my reading of The Bible, and then I will begin the Koran.
Here is what I do not understand: Islam is said to be a religion of peace. Why then are the people who kill and terrorize and seek domination called "Islamic Extremists?" Wouldn't the extremities of a religion of peace be an extreme level of peace rather than violence?
I want to understand Islam. I have a theory that Islam and Christianity are of the same God, but different messengers. How does Jesus fit into Islam? How does the teachings of their profits compare to the words of Christ? Will I find our gods to be different? Their messages will hold the answer.
Before I go into understanding Islam, however, I want to have at least a better understanding of my own religion. I have to finish the Bible first, to give me a point of reference.
Today I read the following passage:
..a time is coming when anyone who kills you will think he is offering a service to God. They will do such things because they have not known the Father or me.
John 16, NIB
Do Islamics know God, or are extremists misnamed impostors?
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Disconnect
As I read the Bible, I notice a slight disconnect between what Jesus says and what people have been saying He says. Now, I'm just a human, so I'm not going to go judging folks and telling them their way is wrong. I have no illusions about how misguided I could be, though nor do I have any regarding the potential for correct beliefs in others.
I'm just saying. I mean, I haven't even completely read The Book yet.
Nowhere does it say you have to be totally OCD about God. I mean, love him above all other things: Done. Be the best person you could possibly be: Done. Treat everyone with the utmost respect and kindness: Working on it (hey, I said I'm not perfect already). What I do not read is that you have to focus yourself on God 24-7. If you feel you need to in order to express your absolute love for The Dude, then that's great. I just don't read anywhere where it's mandatory.
If anyone finds a passage, let me know.
I'm just saying. I mean, I haven't even completely read The Book yet.
Nowhere does it say you have to be totally OCD about God. I mean, love him above all other things: Done. Be the best person you could possibly be: Done. Treat everyone with the utmost respect and kindness: Working on it (hey, I said I'm not perfect already). What I do not read is that you have to focus yourself on God 24-7. If you feel you need to in order to express your absolute love for The Dude, then that's great. I just don't read anywhere where it's mandatory.
If anyone finds a passage, let me know.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
The Fox Encounters Origional Sin
In a field, behind a house in the country, many animals from the surrounding woods crossed paths. Among those creatures who's common routes cut through the field was a fox.
The fox spent his days, wandering the same routes, over grass and under brush and shrub. There was a clear path from years of wandering, that turned to tunnels on the bushes and a flat, mat-covered path that cut the tall grass. At places, his path intersected with, and followed the paths of the other animals, and these he found to be the most interesting.
The fox led a simple life, going about his way and eating what he found. He nibbled sun-warmed grass here, some robin's eggs if he was having a lucky day. He enjoyed the simple flavors of his daily menus, made up of the local offerings from the Lord.
One day, some men came to the house. The fox noticed their alien odors as he crept along his tunnel through the shrubs and into the field. He stopped at the threshold to the property, and peeked across to see the men sitting on the back porch.
He could smell the food which he saw the eat. It was burned by fire and pungent. The men made their great wooping noises at eachother as they ate. One of them gazed in the direction of the fox, who froze.
Their eyes locked. The man signaled to the others in his pack and they stopped their wooping and froze as well. Eyes set on the front of their head, the fox noted their keen vision to spot him, and the smell of odd flesh that they ate: these were dangerous hunters larger than the fox. The fox was nervous.
The first man stood up, a part of his meal dangling from a foreclaw. It slowly advanced on its hind legs as men do. The fox knew they were slow in the end, and determined a point in the field between him and the man. "Should he advance beyond that patch of wildflowers," thought the fox,"I will duck back beyond this tunnel, through which the clumsy man cannot follow."
The man never came to the flowers. He stopped on the matted path ahead of the fox, made some quieter sounds at him, and dropped a bit of the odd flesh it was eating in the middle of the path. The large predator then backed away.
The fox suspected a trick, and waited, frozen, while the men stood back on their porch and watched him, watching them. For a long time, the fox would not regard the obvious bait. Slow and clumsy they might be, but the men were well known to be dangerously tricky. The fox had once watched a man in the woods, unseen. The slow creatures could kill anything within a dash away with a loud "Bang!" The fox had witnessed this deadly strike on a deer, who was overcome at range in a split second faster than it could dart into the brush. Even a snake cannot kill what it can't reach, but a man can.
After a long while, the men grew bored that the fox would not step into their trap, and disappeared into their house. It was getting late, and the fox was getting hungry. His forage was thrown off by the delay these events had caused, and his stomach was empty. The men were gone, but left their bait behind. The fox quickly ran out and grabbed it and brought it back into the safe covering of the bush with him.
The bait was the most fantastic thing the fox had tasted. There was a burned meat he had never encountered. There were the salts such as can be found on the rocks licked by deer. The fats were flavorful as if rendered from a thousand field mice. It was soft and chewed easily, without the sharp, poking bones. Even the leaves that stuck to it were thick, water-filled, and flavored in the flesh. After devouring the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, the fox cleaned and licked his lips well into the night.
Ever since that day, the fox was not the same. The grass tasted bland and bitter. The field mice were small, and lean. Even the occasional egg only teased to him a hint of the flavor of man's bait. The fox grew ever leaner himself. It wasn't so much that he had no appetite, it was simply that he hungered now only for the food of man.
The next week, the skinny and hungry fox's path led him around back to the field behind the house. He could still smell the faint traces of where his meal from days ago had lain on the matted grass. His mouth salivated as he saw the house and smelled the men's food.
Slowly, the fox approached the house. He knew this was wrong, he knew the danger these predators posed. He could not resist the memory of his meal and the luring smell and his growing hunger. There was an unguarded bin of the scraps from the last meal of the men outside. The men were all inside and it was dark. The fox knew the men only came out in the light mostly, so he thought he could get to the bin safely.
But the fox had to knock over the bin to get at the scraps. The noise alerted the men. They came out of their home and were dangerously close to the fox. It was, however, too late. The fox couldn't stop stuffing his face and ignored the dangerous men advancing.
There was a loud boom, the fox lay dead.
The men that week dressed his corpse in thick, watery greens and salts, burned it, ate it, and discarded his bones in the bin with the scraps.
The fox spent his days, wandering the same routes, over grass and under brush and shrub. There was a clear path from years of wandering, that turned to tunnels on the bushes and a flat, mat-covered path that cut the tall grass. At places, his path intersected with, and followed the paths of the other animals, and these he found to be the most interesting.
The fox led a simple life, going about his way and eating what he found. He nibbled sun-warmed grass here, some robin's eggs if he was having a lucky day. He enjoyed the simple flavors of his daily menus, made up of the local offerings from the Lord.
One day, some men came to the house. The fox noticed their alien odors as he crept along his tunnel through the shrubs and into the field. He stopped at the threshold to the property, and peeked across to see the men sitting on the back porch.
He could smell the food which he saw the eat. It was burned by fire and pungent. The men made their great wooping noises at eachother as they ate. One of them gazed in the direction of the fox, who froze.
Their eyes locked. The man signaled to the others in his pack and they stopped their wooping and froze as well. Eyes set on the front of their head, the fox noted their keen vision to spot him, and the smell of odd flesh that they ate: these were dangerous hunters larger than the fox. The fox was nervous.
The first man stood up, a part of his meal dangling from a foreclaw. It slowly advanced on its hind legs as men do. The fox knew they were slow in the end, and determined a point in the field between him and the man. "Should he advance beyond that patch of wildflowers," thought the fox,"I will duck back beyond this tunnel, through which the clumsy man cannot follow."
The man never came to the flowers. He stopped on the matted path ahead of the fox, made some quieter sounds at him, and dropped a bit of the odd flesh it was eating in the middle of the path. The large predator then backed away.
The fox suspected a trick, and waited, frozen, while the men stood back on their porch and watched him, watching them. For a long time, the fox would not regard the obvious bait. Slow and clumsy they might be, but the men were well known to be dangerously tricky. The fox had once watched a man in the woods, unseen. The slow creatures could kill anything within a dash away with a loud "Bang!" The fox had witnessed this deadly strike on a deer, who was overcome at range in a split second faster than it could dart into the brush. Even a snake cannot kill what it can't reach, but a man can.
After a long while, the men grew bored that the fox would not step into their trap, and disappeared into their house. It was getting late, and the fox was getting hungry. His forage was thrown off by the delay these events had caused, and his stomach was empty. The men were gone, but left their bait behind. The fox quickly ran out and grabbed it and brought it back into the safe covering of the bush with him.
The bait was the most fantastic thing the fox had tasted. There was a burned meat he had never encountered. There were the salts such as can be found on the rocks licked by deer. The fats were flavorful as if rendered from a thousand field mice. It was soft and chewed easily, without the sharp, poking bones. Even the leaves that stuck to it were thick, water-filled, and flavored in the flesh. After devouring the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, the fox cleaned and licked his lips well into the night.
Ever since that day, the fox was not the same. The grass tasted bland and bitter. The field mice were small, and lean. Even the occasional egg only teased to him a hint of the flavor of man's bait. The fox grew ever leaner himself. It wasn't so much that he had no appetite, it was simply that he hungered now only for the food of man.
The next week, the skinny and hungry fox's path led him around back to the field behind the house. He could still smell the faint traces of where his meal from days ago had lain on the matted grass. His mouth salivated as he saw the house and smelled the men's food.
Slowly, the fox approached the house. He knew this was wrong, he knew the danger these predators posed. He could not resist the memory of his meal and the luring smell and his growing hunger. There was an unguarded bin of the scraps from the last meal of the men outside. The men were all inside and it was dark. The fox knew the men only came out in the light mostly, so he thought he could get to the bin safely.
But the fox had to knock over the bin to get at the scraps. The noise alerted the men. They came out of their home and were dangerously close to the fox. It was, however, too late. The fox couldn't stop stuffing his face and ignored the dangerous men advancing.
There was a loud boom, the fox lay dead.
The men that week dressed his corpse in thick, watery greens and salts, burned it, ate it, and discarded his bones in the bin with the scraps.
Friday, July 27, 2007
The World is an Uncomfortable Place
The world is an uncomfortable place on purpose. The Lord made it so for us. Ever since we ate from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, the world has been this way.
We have tried to make ourselves comfortable: We cut down trees and build houses to protect from the elements. We run our water until it's warm before splashing our faces. We build factories that produce products entirely designed to improve our comfort in the world.
The Lord, however, had made our world completely self-correcting. All of our production from factories, all of our waste, it alters the environment. We burn fuel to cool our houses and be comfortable, but the burning of that fuel contributes to the warming of our Earth.
In the end, we have not escaped our discomfort, only made it more inescapable. It's the same mistake that we have made over and over again as written in the Bible, as if we are unable to learn from our failures. We are uncomfortable in this world, we turn anywhere but to the Lord to try to ease our comfort, and in the end, we get burned.
We have tried to make ourselves comfortable: We cut down trees and build houses to protect from the elements. We run our water until it's warm before splashing our faces. We build factories that produce products entirely designed to improve our comfort in the world.
The Lord, however, had made our world completely self-correcting. All of our production from factories, all of our waste, it alters the environment. We burn fuel to cool our houses and be comfortable, but the burning of that fuel contributes to the warming of our Earth.
In the end, we have not escaped our discomfort, only made it more inescapable. It's the same mistake that we have made over and over again as written in the Bible, as if we are unable to learn from our failures. We are uncomfortable in this world, we turn anywhere but to the Lord to try to ease our comfort, and in the end, we get burned.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
A Spiritual Journey
Another blog. This is my third. Why do I have so many? Because I am so many people. I know so many people, and I am a different man for each group I live among. For some reason, I don't necessarily want the varied groups of individuals I associate with to connect one me with another me. The personalities I use to interact with this world are created to help be BE in this world. If I were to be just myself as so many would recommend, I would be alone and disdained by all of Man and God. I am, in my purest unaltered form, a miserable wretch.
So I have made myself into many people, only my family knows them all.
This blog is for the spiritual me. I have been on a spiritual quest, seemingly since I was born, certainly for as far back as I can remember. Lately, I feel as if I have lost the Path a little. I'm writing to try to straighten it out, to get my footing on the road I want to be on. Being so many people makes this difficult to see who the real me is. Writing helps me take chaotic thoughts and organize them.
My spiritual journey these days consists of more activity than is has in the past. Seeking knowledge often yields more questions than answers. My methods are to meditate daily about my relationship with God, to read the Bible, and to speak with the Christians who cross my path in life. Now I am adding to that the writing of essays because too many times I take in information without understanding it, and I have a new need to understand.
So I have made myself into many people, only my family knows them all.
This blog is for the spiritual me. I have been on a spiritual quest, seemingly since I was born, certainly for as far back as I can remember. Lately, I feel as if I have lost the Path a little. I'm writing to try to straighten it out, to get my footing on the road I want to be on. Being so many people makes this difficult to see who the real me is. Writing helps me take chaotic thoughts and organize them.
My spiritual journey these days consists of more activity than is has in the past. Seeking knowledge often yields more questions than answers. My methods are to meditate daily about my relationship with God, to read the Bible, and to speak with the Christians who cross my path in life. Now I am adding to that the writing of essays because too many times I take in information without understanding it, and I have a new need to understand.
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