mystic christian
It’s sometimes difficult for me to scroll through my Facebook feed because it’s painfully obvious that I’m on a different path than most of my friends. And they are people I love.
So, here I am, always sitting on my own rock, somewhere off to the side of the beaten path. I’m staring out over my own private view which is absolutely amazingly beautiful. Continue reading I’M ON A DIFFERENT PATH
It was a weird phenomenon I didn’t expect. A conference of my peers and friends left me at home wondering whether to spend the money to go and be with them?
And I decided the answer was “no”. Why? Well, it has little to do with them, of course, and so much to do with me.
I knew there would be corporate worship. And then teaching time. All of it would be awesome and rewarding to anyone who went. Except, probably me.
No, I’m not a hardcore introvert. I actually have a very extrovert side which loves to engage with people. I especially love the one-on-one.
But. And there is a very big “but”. I can’t do it anymore. Continue reading I LOVE YOU, BUT I CAN’T “DO” CORPORATE ANYMORE
My Momma had a notebook that assisted her in following Holy Spirit.
She took it to church stuffed with lyrics, choruses, hymns, and worship songs. Some pages are from old hymnals, but others are typewritten sheets or handwritten scraps on the back of old browned pieces of paper.
You see, Momma played the organ and was often called out of a congregation to play without prior notice. She didn’t like being Continue reading MOMMA’S NOTEBOOK FOR FOLLOWING HOLY SPIRIT
A few years ago, Father began introducing me to the limitations of our sight. It began with flashes into the heavenly realm. And moved into full blown visions.
I discovered that I may have been seeing flashes all my life but had learned to shut them off, ignore them, and filter them out of my focus. It’s a process similar to looking at a fly sitting on a window. Our eyes will adjust to the fly and filter out the view outside the window. It’s the same process with camera lenses. We can blur the background so much that it almost completely disappears.
As we filter out input year after year, it becomes second nature. We don’t realize we’re doing it anymore. So, when our relationship with Father grows, and we want to see more of what He sees, we ask for that sight. And then struggle to receive it.
However, apparently, it isn’t a receiving action we desire, but a re-training of a lifelong habit. Continue reading THE LIMITATIONS OF OUR SIGHT
Yep, it’s true … someone laughed at me. On my birthday no less! Even during my birthday celebration! A friend picked out one of my character traits and laughed.
And I laughed too. It’s what you do.
Later, when the party was over and quiet time came, there was still a tiny arrow stuck in my heart and I contemplated it. Then I asked Father about tiny arrows. Are we to blame that some stick? Is it a flaw that this was hurting a bit? I don’t count myself easily offended. But am I? Continue reading SHE LAUGHED AT ME!
There are obvious and not-so-obvious stages of maturity in The Kingdom. And they cause a lot of friction because we are looking for unity of the faith and expect to see it inside our doctrines.
But that can’t happen when our faith is such a uniquely personal thing to each of us. After all, we created denominations so that like-minded people would worship together, and still the understanding within each member is different.
No one is the same. We grow at different rates and in different directions. Continue reading OUR STAGES OF MATURITY and ELITISM
Father just reminded me to pay attention to what I’m thinking.
I know this is elementary but bear with me. It’s not a long story.
It began yesterday when Hunny and I were running errands on one of the first particularly hot days of the year. Suddenly the AC wasn’t working in the car, and I won’t go into details but after a couple hours, I was feeling too warm. Hunny said, “I’ll call the shop on Monday and get it fixed.” Meantime, we continued. Continue reading PAYING ATTENTION TO WHAT I’M THINKING
A few nights ago I got up and walked to the bathroom, past my digital clock which said it was 3 a.m. When I went back to bed, I rolled onto my side where I noticed through the window that the motion light was shining on the fence outside. And the clock now said 1 a.m!
I stared at the clock incredulously. Since it’s a digital clock which displays the number one as a straight line, it’s highly improbable that I could mistake that straight line for a number three.
And what critter was on my property that caused the motion light to turn on? There are a few feral cats in the neighborhood so, I didn’t think much about this detail. Continue reading TIME JUMPED BACKWARDS TWO HOURS
It was that moment after her healing when she was thanking me for it. Her eyes were wide as she said, “You are GOOD” in an almost whisper. Then she asked, “How did you learn to do that?” And that was the moment.
I had a choice to make. I could deflect her praise by using a kind of false humility and say, “It wasn’t me, it was God.” Or I could say it the way it really is.
So, I said, “We can all do this. It’s God, yes, and He is inside us. If only we realize who we really are. We are the only creation He made to follow Him and walk in His image. And Jesus didn’t beg. He spoke to it.” Continue reading I TOUCHED HER WITH HEALING
I had a dream about the aftermath of my battle with religion.
I was in an abandoned section of the house where I live. It was like an attached apartment. In the kitchen was a lot of canned and packaged food sitting on a big table inside the oversized pantry. A visitor came through, someone I knew, and he needed dinner for his family. I invited him to help himself and he chose 3 items that would make a complete meal for him and his family. He was pleased and I was happy that I could be generous.
After he left, I began going through the apartment shadow boxing evil entities as I saw them. I’d say out loud “Ka-pow! Ka-pow!” as I punched them. And they were cleared out one at a time. After they were gone, there was movement in the corner which I attributed to Angels and let them be. Continue reading SABBATICAL FROM THE BATTLE