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Going back to church

Funny – I thought I had a draft saved but now I can’t find it.

Sunday I went back to church.  I decided to join the 9:30 Spiritual Enrichment class on the Old Testament.   I guess it’s safe to say I grew up in a Pentecostal church (the church I’d go to when I stayed with my grandma during the summers), so I was taught the Bible is literal.  Even the church I went to with a high school sweetie was more literal that metaphorical.  The church I’m attending now is metaphysical and looks at the Bible completely differently.  It’s fascinating, but I feel like I’m trying to learn another language.

I spent at least 10 mins deciding what Bible to take, if I was going to take one at all.  In the churches of my youth, it was almost mandatory to bring a bible.  It would be referenced during sermons, and of course in ‘Sunday School’.   I have a Green Bible, I think I picked it up at Half Price Books. I thought it was interesting as it has an environmental slant.  Then I have the Lamsa translation monstrous Bible I bought when I was going through Foundations in a Science of Mind church.   The bible was barely touched and the spine isn’t even cracked.

Turns out my 10 minute deliberation was pointless, as there were handouts with the readings and the metaphysical meanings & discussion points.

It was very interesting and it was the 2nd week of the class so I don’t feel like I’m trying to play catch up.

The service also had one of those “this is a sign” moments.  Ever since I was a child, I’ve been curious about Lot’s wife’s name.   When I asked at the Pentecostal church “Children’s Church” I was told it didn’t matter because she disobeyed God, no more questions asked.  My mom placated me by telling me when I die and go to Heaven, I can ask for myself.

But during service on Sunday, the Reverend mentioned the story of Lot’s Wife turning into a pillar of salt.   I’ll take it as a sign to keep going and giving this a try.


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What I’ve Been Thinking about… 5/20/17

It’s back to my old habit of forgetting about posting anything on here.   Lately I’ve been thinking about death and funerals.

My aunt passed away earlier this month after being diagnosed with cancer.  My husband and I went to her memorial service.  I think it was a good service for my cousin and uncle, to bring them closure and comfort.  It wasn’t my cup of tea though.  It wasn’t bad, but I’m not your typical Conservative Oklahoma Christian.   I find Spirit in all things, and while Jesus is a super cool guy and has been a part of my fantasy bowling team for the last 25 years, I can’t buy into the whole personal Lord and Saviour thing.   I also love Ganesha, Kali, Thor, Cernunnos, and Bridget.  Anubis, Bast, Anansi, Coyote, Athena, and Grandmother Spider.

To me, Spirit is like ice cream.  There’s so many different flavors, I can’t only eat one for the rest of my life, claiming the others are wrong or inferior.   Some days I may want vanilla, which would be better in a root beer float than something like pistachio. Another time I may want mint chocolate chip.  Or gelato.  Or sherbet.   But it’s all a delicious frozen treat, regardless of recipe or flavor.

I started thinking about when I die, what would my memorial service be like?  My other cousin commented on the same thing while we were in the service.  I don’t go to a particular church, although I have church hopped for years trying to find a comfortable spot to land.  I’m judgemental though, a known fault, and I would eventually decide the place wasn’t for me and move on.  I would like to find someone who knows ME to do my service, someone who isn’t going to shove Jesus down the mourner’s throats.

Tomorrow I’m going back to a church I tried a few years back.  I kind of remember why I left, and again, it’s relates back to me being judgemental of others.  I’ll stay open and ask Spirit to change me into one who looks over the minor faults of others.

Namaste.