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.
Can we test the spirits of people who’ve died? I discovered its quite simple, but we are often held in unnecessary fear on this subject. I had quite a bit of it until Father pointed out that the fear was keeping me from experiencing Him without limits. I often asked Him not to scare me and He showed me that asking this was based on fear.
Church pews left behind, exciting conversations began to spew from my many progressive friends. We took our faith and ran with it. Over hill and dale as we hit the dusty trail, in our mostly peaceful exploits of freedom with Holy Spirit as our only guide. We set many old friends on their ears spitting forth mouthfuls of dirt and explosions of panic as our journeys find no barriers or boundaries before us. Continue reading What Name Shall We Be Called? (a rose by any other name) or- Still a Christian After All.→