I’ve given up drinking.

Originally posted on September 18, 2013

Not because I had a problem with it.  But because I dislike how it took me down, away from God.  Indulging my body in that pleasure brings me down into my body more, where I am more aware of my senses.  And one drink makes me want another drink.  Though I can easily stop at one or two, it leaves me slightly befuddled and buzzed, and I feel heavy and drawn down, into the world more than usual.  Then I get tired, then I end up resting in bed thinking of nothing but earthly (and fleshly) things.

This is the exact opposite direction than I want to go, which is higher unto God.  I know God is jealous for me, and that must mean He wants every hour I have to give Him.  I must devote time to my children.  I must devote time to my work.  But all that extra time I want to give to God and thinking of Him and praising Him, not taking myself down into my body, or the world, because~

“It is meet and right that we should at all time, and in all places, give thanks unto Thee LORD God, Holy Father, Almighty, Everlasting God.” 

It really hasn’t been that hard.  Yes, I miss my Monday night margarita with my Mexican food.  But that is about it.  I have a sip of red wine [symbolized as Jesus’ blood] every day as I celebrate the eucharist to God, and I am pleased about making myself more holy for my LORD.  And I think He is pleased too.  🙂

Love,

~Mary

I feel like…

Originally posted on August 31, 2013

Nothing has the ability to truly affect me anymore. Like I feel things, and my body, heart, and mind move to react as usual, but then it’s circumvented or short-circuited and all I feel is white buffer. Like I am in a white climate-controlled room, and I am resting on the comfortable floor. Is this peace? My body recoils somewhat because it isn’t used to true peace. It’s used to responding to the world’s demands.

The world doesn’t own me anymore. God does. Thank You, LORD.

My Official Declaration of Love for my LORD [made on this day, the day of my final consecration to be a Priest]

Originally posted on August 25, 2013

Dear God,

You have been calling me to You all my life.

You made me for You.

You made me with special abilities to ‘see above’.

But it is only now, at 44, that I have the

maturity to stand against the world so

that I might stand with You.

In my younger days, I might have questioned

my commitment to You,

or faltered in my faith to You, perhaps at times

when the world seemed promising or vibrant in some way I missed.

But I have lived enough to know that no matter

how enticing the world can appear, or how

tempting it might be to my personal dezires,

it cannot deliver me unto true happiness;

it cannot deliver me unto true peace.

I know peace comes through obedience to You.

I know joy is the elixir that bubbles forth from

that fermentation.  I know that peace of mind

is obtained only through faith in You and Your Word,

even though You can and will be my most intangible and elusive lover.

I know that seeking out and going

after Your One Perfect Truth for me

is the only contentedness I need to feel on this earth.

Your Love is enough for me, my LORD, God Almighty.

It is my desire, it is my strength,

it is my holy refuge.

The world will never suffice.

Your forever faithful love and servant,

~Mary

God has called me to Serve Him

Originally posted on August 23, 2013

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I had the urge many, many months ago to shave my hair off.  I didn’t, though I wanted to.  The same urge returned with more fervor a few months ago.  I had the clippers in hand and a friend told me not to.  Then one day my entire family went on a two week road trip and I awoke one morning after spending much peaceful time meditating on God and His Word, and I just knew it was time, and that He was asking me to do it.  For Him.

Cutting hair during hard times, or change is not unusual for me, or other people.  I have cut my hair short, for example, after the birth of a child, or some other life event that seemed noteworthy.  It wasn’t a external idea so much as an internal one; I felt changed and needed to represent that in my body somehow.  Some express this same sentimentality regarding tattoos, how you can want to mark your skin to express on the outside some deep change on the inside.  So clipping my hair entirely off was an extreme manifestation of that same feeling.

But it was more too.  I had been going deeper and deeper into my study of God’s Word, and I had been opening myself up to His Holy Spirit, and I had been offering to him more and more of myself in this process.  Until I finally decided to offer everything of me to Him.  Shearing off my long, pretty hair was a symbol that I would give Him anything of myself, even my looks; my prospects for finding an earthly mate; my vanity; my pride; and essentially, my ego.  I realized I wanted to only be a vessel for Him to fill with Him, not me.  There is a purification inherent in it too because my hair had been through a lot over the years, increasing bouts of dyeing, stress, greying, and it wasn’t feeling healthy anymore, though I was feeling completely reborn and new.

Being a priest to me means that I serve the LORD.  It means I think about Him all the time, and I come before Him ceremonially every day and worship Him.  It means I delve into His Word constantly and I try to ascertain His Truth.  It means I serve Him first.  It means I listen to His will for me, and I try to implement it at all times.

In doing this, it necessarily means that I testify because I love Him so much I cannot keep quiet about Him.  It means that I offer myself to others selflessly as I offer myself to Him.  It means that I do whatever it takes to reunite people to Him because He misses them and wants them to come back to Him.  It means I share insights into His Word and Spirit when I receive them, because He gives them to me.  It means that I strive to unconditionally love everyone because He unconditionally loves me.

I do not believe everyone is a priest who accepts Jesus Christ as the Lord Messiah.  I believe the priesthood is a higher level than mere believer.  It is a place for those who are willing to sacrifice the majority of worldliness in exchange for Godliness.  It is for those willing to sacrifice fleshly desires for spiritual fruits.  It is for those willing to lay themselves on God’s great altar and give themselves entirely up for Him, and His will.

Love,

~Mary

Out of Captivity and into the Wilderness

Originally posted on August 20, 2013

God gives us a paradigm for dealing with addiction and enslavement to unhealthy habits and relationships in the form of the primary story of His chosen people, those who choose to believe He exists and to live for Him, following His commandments and His Word through All His Prophets.

The Exodus story, followed by the Sinai Covenant relates the great tale of how the first Hebrews were enslaved 400 years by the Egyptians.  It wasn’t just any enslavement, it was a difficult and harsh reality with which they had to contend.  Baking the bricks, and building all the great structures for Pharaoh in the hot desert sun nearly every day of the week took its toll.  Yet they were helpless to see a way out for themselves.

Then Moses came along.  An orphaned Hebrew boy who was raised in Pharaoh’s court, Moses came to be acquainted with His people’s plight, and God spoke to him, giving him a special mission to deliver his own people out of captivity, and into an unlikely and miraculous freedom.  They followed the Word of God by following Moses’ leadership, even though there was no rational reason for ever thinking they would be able to come out of the yoke of their centuries-long bondage.

After many amazing signs and wonders, they believed God really was their sovereign LORD and Master, and out of Egypt they went.  As they left, Warrior God smited final attempts made by their captors to seize them again, and afterwards the Chosen Ones fell down on their knees and made music and danced and praised His Holy Name!  The Songs of Moses and Miriam are recorded forever in history for all to regard:

Song of Moses

“I will sing to the LORD,

For He has triumphed

gloriously!

The horse and its rider

He has thrown into the sea!

The LORD is my strength and 

song,

And He has become my salvation;

He is my God, and I will

praise Him;

My father’s God, and I will

exalt Him.

The LORD is a man of war;

The LORD is His name.

Pharaoh’s chariots and his 

army He has cast into the sea;

His chosen captains also 

are drowned in the Red Sea.

The depths have covered them;

They sank to the bottom like a 

stone….”~Exodus 15 1-5

God then made a covenant with them on Mount Sinai, promising them, if they obeyed his commandments, He would lead them on into the Promise Land “flowing with milk and honey,” as He had also promised their forebears, since Abraham.  However, the Promise Land was currently being inhabited by The Canaanites, who worshiped idols and practiced pagan rituals, like child sacrifice; and it was necessary for the Hebrews to camp in the wilderness until such time as they could enter it.

It turns out they had to wander in the wilderness 40 years.  That is a long time.  This time in the wilderness meant they were free, but they were fraught with other perils, like starvation and lack of water and shelter, and battles with rogue enemies.  They were basically nomads, traveling around on foot, a motley caravan that moved in the formation of a cross with the central group consisting of the priests, the Levites, who carried the most holy of their treasures, The Ark of the Covenant of God, which housed the Ten Commandments which had been given to Moses by God on the mountain.

God’s Chosen People grumbled much on this journey, as it is told in the bible.  Historians have marveled at the honesty of this recount because usually a people do not like to put to paper any of the negative aspects of their development, but prefer to focus on the positive aspects, flowing from a natural bias.  They often complained to Moses that they wanted to go back to Egypt, that life in Egypt was hard, yes, but at least they had seasoned food!  Undoubtedly they had some amnesia about how hard life had been there and how merciless Pharaoh had treated them.  But in the wilderness, as the years went by, they sometimes only remembered how difficult today was, as yesterday became numbed by time and growing older.  At one point, they even lapsed into idol worship, God’s worst crime for man, because Moses had disappeared for longer than they expected him to, and, without their holy leader, they became lost again.

Finally, even though it is debatable how well they kept loyal to the commandments and statutes overall, God delivered on His promise and they came into their long sought after Promise Land.  Did that end all their problems?  No, they then had foreign battles to contend with along with civil feuds.  However, they were finally their own people with their own place to call home.

It occurred to me that God is giving us a message in this epic story.  He is telling us that He understands we are in captivity.  Captivity is a human phenomenon, one that most of us understand, whether we have been enslaved by taskmasters at some point in history, or whether we have made our own shackles out of addiction or unhealthy habits.  Most of us have our own private Egypt with which to contend.  God wants us to know that He understands:

And the LORD said:  ”I have surely seen the oppression of My people who are in Egypt, and have heard their cry because of their taskmasters, for I know their sorrows…”~Exodus 3:7

And if we will only listen to His Word and Holy Spirit–called ‘angels’ in the old testament–(His insight may occur at church, or through a friend, or come as a sign to us personally), He will, with many signs and wonders which we could never conceive nor accomplish on our own, show us the way out.  It may be likely in such a way that no one else can see or hear or understand, but what is important is that each of us understands.

But once we come out of captivity, we still are not delivered yet.  This is the part I think that we as humans do not fully understand.  We expect it to get easier once we do the hard work of breaking that yoke of bondage.  And it seems like it should get easier!  But it just really gets harder in a different way.  Usually humans do not do very well with change, so it can feel even harder because at least we knew what to expect in our captivity!  Like the ancient Hebrews, we can easily slip back into our Egypt, our familiar patterns and vices that have come to not only be a part of us, but have likely been a part of our families for many generations.

The good news is that God is telling us it will only last a fraction of what our captivity lasted.  If we choose to break our bond of slavery sooner, we will heal sooner.  The longer we let our captivity take us over, the longer we will be wandering in the wilderness before we can finally be delivered into our homeland, where we can fully be ourselves.

God is telling us it will get harder, in a different way.  We will want to return to our captivity.  We will not feel at home.  We will fight battles and go hungry and thirsty and our desires will not be met very well.  But He guarantees to us repetitively in His Word, and He will show us with His Spirit, that we will someday finally be free, and we will enter the Promise Land, if we but honor Him and trust Him and obey Him and all his commandments.

I know this to be true.

God’s Peace and Love,

~Mary

My Conversion to God and Christianity

Originally posted on September 25, 2012

I was registering for some classes at junior college-I think it was the summer after my first year in college-and I heard someone say something publicly about religion–I can’t remember if he was for or against it–but it made me consciously consider, at that moment, the immaculate conception story and, because I really had no biblical knowledge to put that story in any sort of historical or spiritual perspective–because I had been raised as an Episcopalian and they do not ever crack open a bible that I have ever seen–I just could not make my young scientific self about to commence on quest for knowledge in the form of university and doctoral studies believe that God had impregnated Mary with a mini-God.  So it was just a downward spiral from there to atheism.  I don’t have any recollection of specific events that led to believing there is no God at all.  I think just as time passed, I was exposed to people and the world and sort of adhered to a ‘scientific’ explanation to explain things good enough for my fuzzy mind, as well as feeling like, at 19 and newly in love, that I could do anything on my own.  Actually, I was blessed from conception through childhood and adulthood by God and everything that came to me was by His Grace, but of course, like many young Americans I thought I was making it all happen because I was that good.

I made choices about a decade into my relationship with my husband that were lustfully derived and driven.  This, I now know, started the beginning of the end of “us.”  That bible verse in James that speaks about desire giving birth to sin giving birth to death illustrates it exactly.  My desire literally gave birth to the death of my marriage.

At the same time my marriage was nearing its final throes, I met someone to whom I was severely attracted who mentioned the Lord’s name to me in passing.  It startled me.  But it planted a seed in my mind and heart for God.  As my life spiraled along on its path of evil inevitability, this seed for God grew in my mind and heart, until it finally sprouted about the same time my personal and emotional life hit a horrible nadir of despair.  I had come to acknowledge that God was really what I had for the last many years been calling The Universe (with its inherent energy and omniscience).  God was a difficult thing to accept because my mind had so clung to a false salvation dichotomy of self and science, with some new-age notion of the universe thrown in for good measure.  But God in his mercy for my mental upheaval, began revealing himself to me in beautiful and consequential ways, which reinforced my tender shoot of burgeoning faith as He beckoned me upward into his warmth and light.

About a year into my conversion to believing in God, opening to his word, and living a more Godly life, I accepted Christ back into my heart with the help of a dear friend.  He helped me to see that Christ was just God coming to earth to reveal himself to us on our terms.  Because I know that God can do anything, I can now believe the story of Yeshua, that he was persecuted because of our sins, died for man, and that he ascended into heaven to be with God.  I am thankful for his sacrifice and for bringing the word of God to life again.  And I am ever thankful, on an hourly basis, that God is present in my life, and loving me and guiding me on my perilous journey through this world.

Thank you so much, Lord, for your divine presence in my life; and for awakening mine heart unto you.  May you be in my life for evermore.  ❤