New Blog

I've moved over to RightToGod.blogspot.com for one simple reason. I'd always intended for the blog be by Ron and me, and suddenly realized how self-focused it was to name it after myself. I hope you'll follow me/us there, too.
I read an article about Anna the prophetess in Priscilla Papers, and, I admit, I had to look her up. (I never claimed to be a Bible scholar.) What an inspiration she is for me! She spent her life praying, never leaving the temple, and was there when Jesus was brought in for the required infant ceremonies. Even more beautiful than that, she recognized him for who he was, the Christ.
What an inspiration, to be so deep in prayer that we see who someone really is, even though they can't ---or don't--- tell us. Perhaps, especially when they don't tell us.
Mercy, peace and grace be multiplied to you, my friends.
Jennie

Peacemakers

     “But the wisdom from above is first of all pure. It is also peace loving, gentle at all times, and willing to yield to others. It is full of mercy and good deeds. It shows no favoritism and is always sincere.
     “And those who are peacemakers will plant seeds of peace and reap a harvest of righteousness” (James 3:17-18 NLT).

     Our book, "The Right to God," has a section on Healers and Falsifiers, and while it's about recognizing modern day false teachers, it's even more about becoming a Healer than a Falsifier. That chapter in the book ends with this quote, because being a peacemaker ---a Healer, as we call it--- may be more important than just about anything else in life, yet goes against the grain of our society.
     When you read the book ---if you read the book--- don't be afraid of the section on Falsifiers. We've seen a trend recently toward posting lists of supposed Christian false teachers, and we don't do any such thing. In fact, we'll tell you that Falsifiers ---false teachers--- are found in every faith and spiritual philosophy. We'll merely show you how to recognize them, as Jesus taught, and we'll show you how to move toward being a Healer.
     It's as much about what you are as what you aren't. As for us, we want to be known as peacemakers. We want to be seen as Healers.

And Then There Was Autumn

 

    When I lived in Phoenix, I missed the seasons. Beyond mental wispiness, it was a gut wrenching craving for winter, as well as summer. Prior to being a popular "green" term, sense of place meant being where you belonged, living where you thrived. When I left Phoenix, I left endless summer, friends, memories!

I was thrilled. A soul-searching nymph inside of me was returning to the place that completed her. Perhaps "sense of place" was real. My mind thought Arizona was ideal; my soul knew better.

    I'm now in what I call the autumn of my life and, like living in the right place, I feel like I belong here. Yet I'm surprised at what I've found.

    I expected to long for the spring of my youth. I expected to soar on the wild success and perfect womanliness of my summer. I expected to fear autumn, because it leads to winter.

    For two weeks, when I crossed into autumn at age fifty –a line my mind invented and convinced me of-- I went through the regrets. Where are my bestselling novels? Where are my legions of friends? Where are my phenomenal bank accounts?

    Yet, there's an unpredicted contentment in some radical changes, opposites of what I expected to find here.

    For example, I openly welcome people of all kinds, but have virtually no room for negative people of any kind, even when they've always been that way.

    It stems from another paradox. I dislike shoulds and gottas. Yet, I hit this stage with a new phrase: "I'm fifty years old. I should be able to…" Instead of being imprisoning like empty rules, this "should" is liberating. It liberates me from the need to be around associates who are habits more than friends. It liberates me from stale, empty attitudes. It opens my eyes every time I start a sentence that way. Initially, I found myself fearing this new "I should" phase. Now, I smile when one strikes me, because each time, I discover what I really believe.

    I'm fifty. I should be financially stable. And yet, my idea of abundance has radically changed, by simple gratitude. I have more food in my pantry than some people have in a month. I'm all right.

    I'm fifty years old. I should be wise, a virtual sage. And yet, my idea of wisdom has grown so dramatically, I'd be a fool to ever consider myself wise.

    At fifty, I should be able to state my opinion without fear of backlash. And yet, I find my own opinions infinitely boring and others' far more thought-provoking.

    I'm fifty! I should be able to go where I want without getting permission! And yet, I find myself cherishing the closeness and the feeling of always keeping each other posted.

    I'm fifty, and I should know where I'm headed with purpose and conviction. Yet, I find myself on this path, lit two steps ahead, because that's all I need when God is the light. It's placid and content --this path. It's both exciting and peaceful, a strengthening paradox.

    I'm fifty. I should have the solid, undying commitment of my devoted spouse. Yet, I'm no longer jealous when another woman flirts with my husband. It's beautiful to transcend the possessiveness of relationship. If he left me, I wouldn't be angry or jealous. I'd be devastated. But he won't, because what woman could compete with this? She might be pretty. She might be funny. But in the autumn of our lives, we've reached a place I pretended to have in summer. It's a place where both answer to God first. Initially, when God led us down the same path, we were surprised and awed ---maybe a little afraid. Now, it's normal.

    Perhaps that's why I can also close the door on friendships that no longer work. I'm not strong enough to be around negative people. I'm not like Jesus, who could eat among all the wrong people with all the wrong attitudes. Even Paul advised us to stay away from Christians who indulge in sin and cause divisions. Jesus surrounded himself most closely with those at least trying to follow God. He didn't require perfection ---and neither do I. But I do have a driving need to stay on his path. I can't be around people who pull me off, even when the sentence starts with, "I'm fifty, and I should have more control over my reactions."

    So this is autumn. It's invigorating to watch trees change to fiery reds and luminescent oranges, sharing their colors with the world simply by being. Too, there's peaceful acceptance in watching the leaves fall, knowing they'll leave a scent that makes passersby turn their heads.

    Like the drive from Arizona to Ohio, there were moments when I regretted what I'd missed moving from summer to fall. Yet, like the arrival back home, I know this is where I belong now. And even when winter comes, I know there will be laughs, giggles and awe at the beauty sprinkled among the hard days and nights.

    Perhaps the best part is that I'm no longer afraid. I expect to start sentences with "Well, kids, by the time you reach eighty…" And already, I wonder where that will lead.

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