Showing posts with label Faith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Faith. Show all posts

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Rebirth, Forgiveness & Happiness (Flying!) ...

I've thought about it long and hard this Easter ... What does Easter truly mean to me?  My kids are older now.  They're not into coloring Easter eggs.  They don't believe in the Easter Bunny.  Egg Hunts have begun to lose their appeal.  So I thought, what can I gift my daughters for Easter this year?  And it came to me that I could share with them what Easter truly means to me ... Beyond the story ... the symbolism ... What it means to open your heart and embrace the gift that we receive at Easter.  And this is what I came up with ...

Spring is a time of rebirth as life all around us awakens from winter's slumber with new growth, vigor and vitality.  So to me it is fitting that Easter also falls within this season of 'Spring', for each of us is reminded, merely by opening our eyes and seeing the beauty in the world around us, of the potential for rebirth in our own lives.  Maybe some of us have been in our own spiritual winter, but it's never to late:  Today is a NEW DAY!  You can make a conscious choice to put the past behind, to embrace the hope of rebirth and to begin this day to lead the life you were meant to lead.  God, our Creator, wants you to be happy and he's given you the keys ... Maybe some of us have misplaced them, but with a little effort one can find them again ... Then, it's up to you to use them.




"Rebirth" ... Photo By My Daughter Beth = : )
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Whether you believe in Jesus, or not,  God's gift of forgiveness is still yours to embrace.  You have only to ask for it in your heart and mind, with true faith, and in doing so you throw off the weights of this materialistic world, open your wings and begin to fly ... And just maybe, as you are searching your own heart and mind for forgiveness of your sins, you will find it within you to perhaps forgive someone else who has wronged you in some way.  Maybe we, all of us, hold the keys to forgiveness?



God's gift of Peace, Love & Light to all who pass this way. 
A Blessed Easter to You and Yours,

~M


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P.S.  If you need a laugh:  While at mass yesterday, for Easter, we renewed our baptismal vows ... after which the minister sprinkles Holy Water over the congregation.  My oldest rolls her eyes at the silly symbolism in her mind.  My middle daughter is alarmed ... "I don't want to get wet!  It will leave spots on my silk dress."  But my youngest smiles broadly and exclaims, "COOL!  I won't have to take a shower tonight!"

Sunday, January 23, 2011

A Church, with no walls ... one God and one people.

What I believe ...






"A Church with no walls ..."
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I probably shouldn't be writing this when I am tired, but the words are flowing rapidly through my mind so I am hoping that perhaps they are divinely inspired.  Thus, I will try to capture all of these thoughts swirling about in my mind into something a bit more tangible, black and white ('ink').  First, let me start by stating that religion is not a subject I often choose to discuss with others, especially my parents.  For the most part, my philosophy on religion is "live and let live", meaning each person must travel the path they find best suited for the individual journey they find themselves on in this particular lifetime.  As for my parents, they are very old school and  quite frankly --at this point-- rigidly set in their ways. They have a strong belief in a higher power, that is to say they believe in God and as such they have found a way to worship that they are comfortable with in the Catholic faith. Knowing this about them, I feel no need to share my present day --after years of suffering and the subsequent spiritual evolution thereof-- ideas and personal beliefs on the subject of 'religion' with them.  For some reason, of late, they continue to press on this subject matter: religion and faith. So tonight, I shared my thoughts and feelings with them, but perhaps I did not accomplish the task in the most eloquent way? It's hard to keep the emotional element that comes with a deep pondering of the spiritual aspects of ones life, especially when you happen to be talking with your parents and basically saying --to their way of thinking-- that you reject "everything they taught you to believe." With this in mind, here follows the basic gist of the unemotional version of my thoughts on the subject matter of faith and religion, bearing in mind that to my way of thinking two are not mutually exclusive.


My parents wonder:  1) "Why don't you go to church every Sunday?"

2) "Why have you chosen to practice outside of the Catholic faith?"

3) "It says in the Bible that the only way to get to the Father is through the Son. Don't you believe in Jesus? Don't you believe that the Bible is THE Word of God?"


Okay, before I get into the semantics of religion, let me first say that I have come to believe that there is in fact a God, a Creator, and that He is first and foremost a loving and benevolent being. He loves us and He wants us to become the best that we can be in this life, as we continue our journey back to ultimately re-unite with Him, where upon the entire essence of our being will finally be HOME, that place where we belong.  Furthermore, I believe Our Creator is present in our lives.  He is there for us if only we ask for His help, His strength and His guidance. I, personally, believe the Creator does not particularly care which method we choose to utilize in expressing our belief in Him and our need to have Him present in our lives, whether this expression be an organized religion, of any faith (be it Lutheran, Catholicism, Judaism, Islam, Hinduism or ANY other), or be it merely a personal belief and relationship with Him on our own terms, outside the confines of any organized religion. What fundamentally matters is THAT we believe, NOT HOW we believe.

With the above in mind, I don't feel that one has to attend a church, or other religious places of worship, each and every Sunday in order to find our way back to the Creator and have him present in our daily lives. To my way of thinking, the opportunities for spiritual growth are all around us, each and every day ... in almost every moment. I find it rather ludicrous that some ardently believe that weekly attendance at mass, on Sunday, is a prerequisite for returning home to our Creator. I also find it rather hypocritical that some attend mass religiously on Sundays, only then to turn around and forget, by both their words and actions, that there is in fact a God every other day of the week. That being said, I do grant that religious institutions. churches and faith communities, can be useful in providing fellowship, community outreach and spiritual guidance should an individual choose to participate in them.  "If I am willing to admit that not all who attend mass regularly on Sundays are hypocrites, then won't you admit that perhaps many who do not attend church are, in fact, good people who can have a strong relationship with God?"

As for the Catholic Church specifically, for my part, I was personally tired with the ongoing guilt that I felt while attending the Catholic Church. This guilt stemmed from the ongoing issues I had with the Catholic Church on many of the positions they hold.  These issues came to a head when my husband and I decided to send our children to Catholic school. When my kids came home from Catholic school and started asking specific questions, questions that needed specific answers, I finally had to admit the truthful answers:  I don't believe that the Pope is the only person on the planet that has a direct line to God; I don't believe that the Pope is infallible; I don't believe that the Catholic Church is infallible; I don't believe that all birth control is wrong; I do think all priests should be allowed to marry; I do feel that women should be allowed to become priests; I don't think that we have to go to "Confession" in order to address our sins or to be forgiven; I believe that people should be free to love whomever they love, regardless of gender; I personally do believe in Jesus, but I don't believe that everyone has to believe in Jesus in order to be "saved." I believe that the Spirit of God is all around us, each and every moment, and moreover that the Holy Spirit is within all of us, while it has yet to awaken in everyone. I believe that there are many paths that lead to God, our Creator, and in the end that we will be judged by our actions in this life and by what is in our hearts, not by what man-made religious dogma we choose to subscribe to and the rules and consequences thereof. I believe in the resurrection of the body, in the sense that I believe that we are, each of us, reborn into a series of lives during which we hopefully, grow and progress spiritually until we are last worthy of the final journey home to our Creator ... That is to say that I believe in reincarnation.

In some respects, to me, the focus and bickering that goes on amongst individuals within and of various religions over differences in dogma and belief systems makes religion little better than "organized deceit", because this takes away from what should be the focus and the message: That there is a God, a Creator, one God for ALL of humanity. That this the Creator loves us deeply and that He wants us to love one another, to help one another along our journey in this life that we will in turn come to know Him more fully in our daily lives so that we may grow in the ways of spirit and eventually be worthy of completion our final journey back home to Him. It is Faith, in the form of Hope and Love that can move mountains. It is reaching out to the forgotten, the neglected and letting them know that they are not alone, that there is a God and that He is a loving, merciful and forgiving God. It is learning to forgive ourselves, to forgive others and to know that we are forgiven if we but ask and mean it in our hearts. It is not about rules and dogma; for these things are of men and they have led to some pretty horrible things being done in the name of religion, claiming falsely to have been done in the name of God.

I have said it before, and I will say it again:  "I am but an empty vessel waiting to be filled,to be used as I am needed", and while, I may not attend church every Sunday these days: when God calls on me, I answer His call. I have gone head  to head with very intelligent people, brilliant thinkers who claim to be staunch atheists and have over time, with God's guidance and grace, planted the seeds that have led these individuals to a belief in a Creator. I have reached out to those who have felt betrayed by God, because of failure to conform to or to meet the demands of organized religions , and led them back to see God's love for them, to know His forgiveness and to believe in Him once again. I have stood up for injustice when I have seen it (from a very young age), even at times when I knew that it meant that I might be physically hurt myself. I pray earnestly for those who I encounter or come to know directly, or indirectly, who are need of prayer ... most often for physical healing for some illness. I pray for these individuals daily, with formal and informal prayers, throughout the course of a day as they happen to enter my mind, not just on Sundays and not just in a church. When these people are uplifted and often healed, I cannot help but feel that others too see the hand of God and believe.

As for the Bible, I do believe that the Bible is the inspired Word of God. I believe that Bible was sent to us as a guidebook to help us find our way. I believe that the Bible is God's Living Word, that it is to say that the Bible is there to guide us in our own unique situations, that one passage, read by two different people in two different situations, may have a different meaning for each. I don't think that God intended the Bible to be a black and white set of rules that we would fight and dispute over.  And in absolutely no way does the Bible, or any other inspired Word of God (e.g., Quran) call us to commit violence in His name.  The latter runs so very counter to the nature of God, our Creator!

The Bible is also a rich tapestry of history, containing the story of where we have been as a people of God.  It details our weaknesses and shortcomings, but the Bible also reminds us of our triumphs and provides us evidence of the spiritual growth, we as a people have made thus far.  In sum, I think the Bible helps us to remember our past, such that we may continue to move forward, perhaps a bit more enlightened and hopeful, into our future.

Two of my favorite passages in the Bible are the story of The Prodigal Son, from the NewTestament (Luke 15: 11-32), , and the Story of Martha and Mary, from the New Testament. The story of The Prodigal Son reminds me that God rejoices over all of us choosing to live as His children, but He is overjoyed when a lost child, a sinner ... a non-conformist,finds their way back to Him.  This passage of the Bible reminds me that we should not be so quick to judge one another,to condemn one another. We should, instead, reach out to those who have lost their way in order to share God's gift of forgiveness with them and let them know that God loves them still.

The story of Martha and Mary reminds me that being a child of God is NOT about following the so called rules; it is about paying attention to God and what He is trying to say to each of us in our own lives, to heed God's call when He calls us to do His will here on Earth:  be that to reach out to someone in need, to bear witness to God's love and presence in our own life, or to pray for the needs of others.


As for the Bible "saying that Jesus said,  'No one can enter the kingdom of heaven but through me.' " ... This is the passage in the Bible that I find to be the most revealing:


"The Father Revealed in the Son

25 At that time Jesus said, “I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children. 26 Yes, Father, for this is what you were pleased to do.

27 “All things have been committed to me by my Father. No one knows the Son except the Father, and no one knows the Father except the Son and those to whom the Son chooses to reveal him.

28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”   "


~Matthew 11:25-30


To me this passage says that in order to be worthy of returning to God, our Creator ... that is to reach the final stage of spiritual growth ...  you must be willing to forgo what you think that you know ... and like "little children", you must imitate the examples of Jesus in his life. And when you are at last willing surrender to this idea, you will be at true peace and you will at last find "rest for your souls."

It's not about "knowing Jesus" in the sense of acknowledging him ... believing in him ... it's about understanding what his life and way of living were all about.  Jesus is God saying ... I have tasted of your humanness ... I know your burdens ... follow me and I will show you the way, "For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." 

This is God being inclusive: not exclusive.  God is showing us the way (back to him) through Jesus, through his life and examples, in terms that we are capable of understanding.  To my way of thinking, it is possible to understand the ideas behind the life and experiences of Jesus without actually "knowing Jesus."  And that is why I personally believe that everyone does not have "to know" and acknowledge Jesus in order to return to our Creator.



So Mom and Dad, while I no longer choose to worship as you do, please know that I do believe in God and He is a bigger part of my life than you could ever possibly know. And while I no longer feel that weekly attendance at a church service, on Sunday, is necessary in order to be a good person and to have a strong relationship with God, our Creator: I have chosen, for the time being, to belong to a religious community, a Lutheran community, and my family attends mass as often as we can and want. I do the latter in order to help my children build a strong foundation for their relationship with God --as you did for me-- but I will teach my children that in a perfect world there would be a church, with no walls, one God and one people.



"Jesus knew their thoughts and said to them, “Every kingdom divided against itself will be ruined, and every city or household divided against itself will not stand. ...." "


~Matthew 12:24-26

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Beleive in Something Bigger than Ourselves ...

I am SO HAPPY today!!!

I have some TOTALLY AWESOME news to share!!  I just found out this evening that a very special little girl ...  a beautiful soul ... that I have been  dilligently praying for since October 2010:  Ally, Age 12 ... received her test results back for her MRI brain scan to follow up on a growth that her doctors had identified back in October.  This week, the new scan showed that Ally was 100% free and clear ... the suspected growth area was now nowhere to be seen.  Praise God!  Talk about a miracle and an answer to many, many prayers.

Ally had brain cancer three years ago.  They did surgery to remove the tumor, then followed up with chemotherapy. Ally had been cancer free for three years.  Then, this past October 2010 when she had her yearly scan a new growth showed up on the MRI.  When I heard the potentially devastating news, I immediately told her Dad to keep HOPE and then began storming heaven for Ally.  Tonight, I am so very happy for Ally and her family. Feels like we should be setting off fireworks or something to celebrate?! : )

God Bless you, Ally!!  Keep on sharing that beautiful smile and wonderful, uplifiting outlook on life with the rest of the world. Love you!!  Here is a post of one of my favorite magical and enchanting photos for you  ... I call this one "Driftwood Fairy Queen" ... I love this photo, because it reminds me that sometimes we just need to BELIEVE in something bigger than ourselves ... believe in magic ... miracles.


Your friend,
Michelle (a.k.a. Isabelle)


"Driftwood Fairy Queen"

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(Thanks to an on-line photography friend's suggestion, I now have a circular polarizer ... so water shots (with blue sky like this)  turn out much more vivid and not so washed out.  Gotta love the internet and the on-line community : )

Friday, March 19, 2010

Shelter From the Storm ...

Peaceful ... beautiful day outside today ...





Not a storm cloud in sight ... the sun's warmth penetrates and dispells inner darkness ...








... I wonder, if perhaps, it's easier to empathize with others weathering their own storms ... when you, yourself, have moved beyond fighting your own inner storm?   If nothing else ... I can pray for peace in the lives of those that I love ...



Song:  'Knockin' on Heaven's Door', By Bob Dylan

Song::  'Shelter From the Storm', By Bob Dylan




P.S.  So good to catch up on your news tonight Monica.  Will pray that the job that is right for you is the one that comes your way.  I have a good feeling for you!  : )  God Bless!

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Witness a TRUE Miracle and BELIEVE!


Art work courtesy of http://www.artmagick.com/

As I was sorting through the mail today, I saw that I had received a handwritten letter -- don't get many of those nowadays -- from a dear friend whose father I knew was dying from an advanced stage of pancreatic cancer. Recovery chances for late stage pancreatic cancer are usually not very good, statistically speaking. But people aren't statistics in my book, and so I wrote my friend a letter giving her, her father and their family my very best. I told her that I would be praying -- storming heaven for her -- for her father and for the whole family during this difficult time. Then, I called my family and told them to start praying too.

I must have received my friend's initial letter, with the bad news, over 6 months ago and I have not heard anything back since that time. I had her address, but no current phone and no working email. I had given her my phone and email, but she has not called. I knew that she was busy; I figured that she would write when she had time and news that she wanted to share. So I just kept praying.

When I saw my friend's letter tonight, I was worried that it contained bad news. I opened it very slowly ... cautiously. Then, I began to read. As I read the opening paragraph of her letter, a feeling of sheer joy overcame me and I began to sob uncontrollably. But these were tears of joy! Miraculously, her father who initially was diagnosed with a tumor (size?) of 225, now had a tumor that was a 38 ... and 37, my friend informed me was NORMAL! NORMAL?! This is truly a blessing ... beyond a shadow of a doubt a miraculous occarance ... a MIRACLE. Proof again -- not that I need it -- that there is a God, a higher power, and that there is POWER in prayer.

THANK YOU, THANK YOU FROM THE VERY BOTTOM, RIGHT UP TO THE VERY TOP, OF MY HEART FOR ALL WHO PRAYED WITH ME! OUR PRAYERS WERE ANSWERED! HALLELUJAH! PRAISE GOD!

I continued to sob, tears of joy, as I explained the reason for my tears to my husband and my eldest daughter who were staring at me with concern. When I told them why I was crying, they shook their heads at one another and looked at me like I was crazy, but I don't care ... this is closest that I've come to the sheer ecstasy of JOY in many, many months.

I am so happy for you, Cassie, for your father and your entire wonderful family. I will continue to keep you all in my prayers, and pray especially for the continued healing and health of your beloved father. Please give your father a HUGE hug from me when you see him again and call me when you have time to talk once again.

God Bless one and all!  May those who happen to pass this way BELIEVE!

M

P.S.  'HALLELUJAH!' is typically not a part of my vocabulary.  But I needed a powerful word to express the emotion that I was feeling and this word seemed to fit beautifully.  I am NOT a religious zealot.  Quite the contrary,  I believe that organized religions are a necessary evil ... a tool to help those that can't even begin to fathom a direct relationship with a God ... Creator ... Higher Power.  I, personally, have a strong relationship with God, the Creator.  I talk to Him daily ... often throughout the course of my day ... and I try my best to listen to His side of the conversation, even with all of the distractions in my life.  I don't feel that I need organized religion, but now that I have children:  I want to give them a strong foundation for having a relationship with a God, so we do the 'church thing'.  My hope in doing the church thing is that when my children are older, they will be able to make their own choices concering a God and the relationship that they wish to have with Him because they have some firsthand experience -- aside from my input -- to draw upon.  While I, personally, do not feel that I need an organized religion and that a lot of wrong has been done in the name of organized religion:  I think overall, the net effect of organized religion has -- and currently is -- contributed to the greater good of our world.  Given the wonderful diversity of the people inhabitating this planet, it would only stand to reason that there would be many different ways of choosing to worship a God ... Creator ... Higher Power.  I respect all people, their faiths and their beliefs, and I pray daily that the distrust and misunderstanding among various religions comes to an end.  I also pray that the people who have been turned away from God because of various organized religions find their way back to a relationship with God again ... even if they choose not to do the the church thing.


They say, "Never talk religion or politics."  But, I've never put much stock in what 'they' say anyway ... they tend to take the fun out life in my opinion.  Well, I've said my piece ... now I will be quiet.  Joyful day to you! 


M

Saturday, June 27, 2009

A Good Day: Picnic Dinner at the Beach

Yesterday was a good day. After several cooler days, it finally warmed up a bit yesterday. Inspired by the change in weather we grabbed our portable grill, a blanket, threw some food and drinks into an ice chest and headed to the beach for an impromptu picnic dinner. When we arrived, we practically had the entire beach all to ourselves. The kids and Dad wanted to stop at the picnic tables, in the safety of the perfectly manicured grass strip, but Mom (me) pressed onward.  I drug the whole crew a ways further down onto the actual beach itself, stopping at the perfect spot.  This perfect spot was nestled amongst a patch of large washed up drift logs.

"Are you insane?" The kids protested loudly in chorus.  Dad knew better. "We'll get sand in everything?!" The kids continued with whining.  They hoping to get their way, but I wasn't giving in.

"Yup!" I immediately replied.  "You probably will get sand in everything.  Sand is just part of going to the beach.  Trust me, you'll get over it." Whereafter, I added in afterthought, "It's these moments of insanity that let mommy know that she's still alive."

Initial complaints aside, it wound up being an awesome picnic! The weather was perfect: not too hot; not too cold. A gentle breeze was even blowing lightly. And BEST of all, this outing required absolutely no planning whatsoever!  We just had to chase the kids into the truck and go.  Of course, the kids were resistant at first -- not wanting to be removed from their electronic gizmo's and gadgets for too long. But soon after setting foot on the beach, the kids were scouring the beach in search of shells, cool rocks and floating pieces of variously sized driftwood. Or in the case of my 8 year-old daughter, 'they' were wrestling long strands of slimy seaweed right out of the water in order to chase sisters around on the beach with.  My 11 year-old -- future marine biologist -- found a fair-sized crab, which she then picked up,  without hesitation, in order to examine it further.  Dad wanted to eat said crab, but Lauren would have none of that.




While the food cooked on the portable grill Ken and I played Frisbee.  Surprisingly, this time I actually had pretty good aim and control of my throws. All of my shots went straight to Ken, instead of into the water. I should have a Guinness more often while playing Frisbee? ; )  So we waded in the water, ate brats and corn off the grill, laughed and had a outright blast.  It was a fun way to spend a summer afternoon.  That being said, things ended, rather abruptly when the tide started to come back in.  And boy did that tide come back in FAST!  In response, as quickly as we could we all packed up and headed to the safety of the grass, just in the nick of time. A few minutes longer and we'd have been cut off from our exit. Guess we'll have to figure the whole tide thing out? Worrying about tidal flows and charts is all new for us. We're used to the relative stability of Lake waters.

Anyway, wet and sandy kids -- they were floating on pieces of drift log, at the end, while mom and dad haphazardly threw supplies into the cooler and picnic basket -- trashing the truck aside, it was an amazing evening. I feel refreshed and renewed, like we've just had a mini-vacation, without the cost and hassle of actually having to pack and go somewhere. Very invigorating!

As I walked along the beach, chasing after the kids -- while Dad tended the grill -- I asked God for a little sign that things were going to be alright -- with respect to relocating clear across the country, working new jobs, selling our house and saving our marriage. A few minutes later, I found the most beautiful, perfect, pristine, spiraling white sea shell.  It was exquisite, both in terms of color and design and probably the most beautiful shell that I have ever found in all of my many years of walking beaches, in many countries around the globe. To me: this small sea shell was my sign. We're going to be alright.

God Bless, one and all!

Monday, June 15, 2009

Life Not Working for You? Then Why Not Change Your Perspective

P E R S P E C T I V E -- what a powerful word!

Sometimes, we just need to change our perspective, in order to change our world. The possibilities are just limitless ...

Well, from my perspective: school's almost out! Flexibility -- another amazing word, by the way -- will once again be a part of our daily life. (Yeah!) Things are better. Yes, life has its up and downs. Dad's been sick lately, and hence his crankiness. A lot depends on him and he's never sick. Ever?! So with him down, we've all been out of sorts. Hopefully, shifting gears into summer will help spice things up a bit.

My daughter -- future marine biologist, since the tender age of 4 -- and I are signed up for scuba diving lessons, and I've almost finished writing my book. The book writing is a great -- and inexpensive escape. My husband has decided to work less hours and finally take sailing lessons. That should make him happier too.

If all goes well: our house on the other side of the country will sell, and we make enough of a profit to take a K & M (Dad and Mom ONLY) vacation.

To every season there is a purpose: and for summer, that's just kick back and relax fun! With a few fun-filled, exploring adventures thrown in -- of course. Lot's to see and do, that is new to us, in this new place.

Hope all is well with you and yours!

God Bless!

M

P.S. I challenge you:

Take a minute out of your busy day, to let some other fellow human being on this rapidly spinning planet -- someone that you wouldn't normally talk to ... step outside of your comfort zone -- know that you care about them. Ask how they're doing and truly make an effort to listen. Or send someone a note, or letter -- someone that you haven't written to in awhile, maybe an elder relative living alone, or in a nursing home. If each of us did this, just once a day: WOW! What an incredible place this world would be.

PJP