THE WOOHOO FACTOR OF MY FAITH
I’m no theologian. Consider my scribblings the wandering of a “questioning, querying, learning all the time” mind. Label me –
The Eternal Student.
My hunger for knowledge increased as my horizons expanded. My simple morning reflections no longer satisfied me. Something was missing.
Please note that I’ll always be grateful for those gentle, straightforward, “easy to understand” morning reflections that guided and lit my way as I grew and explored. I hope to someday be as good as those “easy to understand” writers.
I still have my favorite authors. I still read them. There’s still a word or sentence or phrase that resounds and makes me nod my head in agreement. But as an infant progress from milk to solids, I needed more.
Oswald Chambers continues to encourage, confound and interest me. Still I craved more.
In desperation I turned to the mystics and was brought up short. I had plunged into water too deep for my limited knowledge.
I didn’t understand. I didn’t “get” it. I could just as well have stuck with my infant reflections. But I grimly hung on and finally there was a glimmer of light.
“A mystic is simply one who has moved from mere belief or belonged systems to actual inner experience of God.” (Fr. Richard Rohr.)
Hey! I was a mystic. Albeit a Lower Class Entry Level Mystic.
I continued reading.
“Its essence is the consciousness of union with God. (Alan Watts 1915 – 1973.)
Where oh where to start as an Entry Level Mystic with a Monkey Mind?
It was a Sunday. I’d skipped mass as I had a sore throat and didn’t want to breathe on a congregation of unsuspecting celebrants.
I turned to The Rosary. Much neglected in my life as I always begrudge the time it takes to properly reflect on the lessons contained.
But this Sunday I had time. No excuse.
The Rosary and I sat down in my Morning Happy Chair. Sundays we reflect on the Glorious Mysteries.
I took time to dwell on the Five Fruits of the Glorious Mysteries.
Love of God.
Grace of a Happy Death.
Trust in Mary’s Intercession.
The Blessed Mother.
The Patroness of the United States.
For those interested, here’s some reading:
And I asked her to intercede for us with God. As a mother to pray for us. Asking her to remind God (as if He needs it but I know He likes it) that we desperately need Him. That it’s in the Pledge of Allegiance. That we are One Nation undivided under Him.
No, I’m not praying TO Mary. I’m asking her to pray FOR us.
“Holy Mary, Mother of God.
Pray for us sinners.
Now and at the hour of our death.”
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