alas wrote: ↑Mon Dec 09, 2019 4:31 pm
slavereeno wrote: ↑Mon Dec 09, 2019 3:44 pm
Angel wrote: ↑Mon Dec 09, 2019 2:32 pm
My prayers are now gender-neutral / non-denominational but I pray, I even pray privately when I lose my keys or something, and it still works, I will find my keys lol.
"Loving God and Angel's, please watch over all the struggling ex-mo's this holiday season. Bring them renewed faith in humanity, and connect them within a larger circle of their brothers and sisters. Help them rejoice in newfound beliefs, give their lives increased Meaning and Purpose so that they might be a light and inspiration to others. In the name of Jesus and all holy saints, AMen.
Hmmm, I should strive to be more reverent. When it was my teenagers and a Lil' Caesars pizza, I said "We thank thee that this pizza, that will be delicious, mostly because we are hungry. However, Father, we know its a little ridiculous to ask that it nourish us, so we'll skip that part. Amen."
The teens thought it was hilarious, but I haven't braved that one in front of DW.
I have a needle point my mother did of our family’s favorite prayer. Now before going on, I must say that the person who introduced this to my family was the only one to remain fully believing until his death this past summer. But believer or not, my family of origin was always a bit irreverent. But the needle point says, “rub-a-dub dub, Thanks for the grub.” I am currently in the process of framing it for my dining room.
Here is another lesson from Gilbert Tuhabonye... Gilbert heard a voice too. He was one of the first people I had talked with outside of Mormonism who had heard a voice. gilbert was a HS student when it happened - the radios and TV went out, phones were down, all communication through the country stopped... in HS he was a popular guy, lots of friends, teachers loved him - I have experienced betrayal trauma too, but not to that extent... these people who were supposed to be his caregivers and instructors, who were supposed to protect him, people who were supposed tobe his friends - they rounded them up, took their clothes, and he is watching fellow classmates get chopped into pieces with machetes by those they thought were friends, those they had grown up with... the throw him in a burning building, buried in body parts, and Gilbert starts praying - starts feeling bad he had ditched church... he did not go to church because the ping-pong tables were free then, and ping pong seemed a more fun thing to do than church. That was the worst thing he could think of for why God would let this happen to him - his worst sin was not going to church on Sundays. ... so he is praying for forgiveness for not going to church, and a voice came, and guided him out of the building, past his now enemies, step by painful step - he was burned and hurt so badly he could hardly walk, and he was taken away from that place to safety... the ones who went faithfully to church, they all died that day... the apostate who preferred playing ping-pong? that is who God saved.
so then you start thinking about Jesus - here is the Christmas story - Jesus did not hang out in church buildings with church people... sermon on the mount - was outside in the hills. It was not the righteous Pharisees and Sadducee who were chosen as friends - the religious people, that is who killed Jehovah - (not Jesus, Romans added the masculine us ending - his name was not Jesus, the church got his name wrong)...
So - why all the different religious groups? Competition and showing off = better people everywhere, but I think that is just the start of it... the end of it, I think, is supposed to be individual testimonies, no relying on arms of flesh, just mono-e-mono ya know? just you and the big guy with no middle man... so you have some community that is perfect enough to take you part of the way, and imperfect enough to push you out and leave you on your own for the rest - for the most sacred part of it.
so Merry Christmas all you rebellious Saints out there - may you find peace and joy surpassing anything any Sadducee or Pharisee would give you behind church walls.
“You have learned something...That always feels at first as if you have lost something.” George Bernard Shaw
When it is dark enough, you can see the stars. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson