Another Sacred Spirit Question from Gayle

Learning to Hear the Voice of God Within

A few weeks ago, I asked, "How does the Holy Spirit speak to you?"  "When/how do you hear Him?"  The answers that came back were remarkably similiar to one another and to my own:  Sometimes I am pulled from my own thoughts into reflection; sometimes, it sounds like the voice of my mother/ my father; sometimes it is the halyards from the boats in the harbor; sometimes it is the voice of others.

Today, I am asking a further question:  How do you know when it is the Spirit and not your own voice speaking to you?  And I am torn between wanting to reflect on the answer myself and wanting to allow each person who reads this the space for his/her own reflections.

So I will wait until tomorrow to post my own answers to this question.

Gayle's blog: OneBirdWatching.blogspot.com

Pentecost Prayer Day 9

I read on a recent Patheos.com Jewish entry that in old Judaic law, a person who stole from another was subject to becoming an indentured servant, treated honorably as a family member during the service, until the debt, plus interest, was re-payed. This raised the eyebrows of my husband who saw this as rewarding the wrongdoer. I do understand his resistance to sharing his resources with someone with such poor moral upbringing, but I also understand the value of taking one who has transgressed under one's absolute and compassionate authority to teach the ways of responsible community.

Herein lay my issues with religion and our penal system. We, in the United States, seem to be a bit schizophrenic in our way to address these issues. Because we don't want to enter any real discussions of what is best for our society, present and future, we tuck our criminals away out of our sight and hope that things will get better on their own.

I have a dear friend who works as the chef at a governor's mansion in the southern United States. The staff that serves the residents of the governor of their state is made up of potential parolees who were convicted of murders. My friend has trained many men to become productive citizens of our society through this program. She has very few employee issues because she can threaten them with being sent back to prison from their halfway houses. But, I don't think this threat is the secret to the success of this program, at least for those working with her. I think it is her genuine caring and compassion.

My friend has a huge heart for offering hospitality. Jesus would have loved having her as his official party planner and caterer. There is nobody unwelcome under her hospitality tent. Each of her employees is treated with a grand mix of humor and individual instruction. She also sets an example of how to succeed with her own work ethic.

This is how we bring up successful, compassionate children, but we cannot succeed when others are interfering with our "family" dynamics. A house divided against itself always fails. We must stop all the anonymous "charity" if we want to save souls. We must accept people who are sincerely wishing to be parented again as parts of our communities.

My prayer for Pentecost is that we begin to willingly re-parent with the strength of communities of The Sacred Spirit for those who have had no real parents and are ready to submit to community authority.

Suicide and The Sacred Spirit

It breaks my heart all over again when I hear people discussing what their god will do with the soul of Matthew Warren, who apparently took his own life. Why aren't people comfortable with what they can't see? Why do we want charlatans acting as if they know the "mind of God?" There is much that we aren't wise enough to know. Live with it!

I have had several members of my family take their own lives, one a beloved uncle, back in the day when my religion refused church burial to these "sinners." We were told that my uncle would forever burn in hell. What unmitigated arrogant bull dung this was and is! I have had several family members persecuted by church people attempting to exorcise the demons of their mental illness, rather than simply stepping in and holding them until their fears dissipated.

Here's what I know. My uncle's Sacred Spirit never left my soul or my mind's eye. Those with terrible "demons" nipping at their brains to the point where they couldn't hear the sound of The Sacred Spirit anymore still shared much of their beautiful souls with me.Their spirits live on in my soul, and presumably in all of the earth that they touched. Some I still see and hear in my most contemplative states.

I made up my mind as a child of six that if my siblings weren't going to heaven, I didn't want to go. I still stand by that belief. While I wait for the fires of hell, all those who ever loved me are parts of my "heaven on earth."

Pentecostal Prayer Day 8

Abrahamic religions must begin to see the light of the end of their adventures toward true enlightenment. If they are to believe that all humans are made in the image and likeness of one same Sacred Spirit, they must stop killing each other to appease this god. Abraham's hand was stayed as he attempted to offer his own son's blood as sacrifice to his god. Moses led the Israelites to peace, having been stopped from taking up a sword. Jesus reattached the severed ear of his enemy and started a movement that worked for peace on earth, as it is in heaven. Muhammad began as a man of peace.

All these religions seem to have gotten scared or impatient with their progress toward peace and took up arms. Has The Sacred Spirit ever actually asked for bloodshed? I think not. If peace among the Abrahamic religions was possible in the seventh century, we know that we can reclaim this brother/sisterhood. Perhaps we should all look to the peaceful protests of our own century, which did produce many martyrs. Perhaps we should follow examples of our twentieth century prophets who gave their lives and their blood to this endeavor.

I believe that Gandhi, MLK, and Moses were listening to The Sacred Spirit while leading us away from our own fears.  I pray that more prophets speak out against fear and accept that only respectful, responsible communication and compassion beget peace.

The flames of The Sacred Spirit burn deep in our souls, but they never burn up babies and the bedridden. My prayer for Pentecost is that we recognize the prophets and potential of peace "on earth as it is in heaven."

Deborah's Sacred Spirit

Deborah is physically dead after a life of almost unbearable physical pain;
The only explanation that I can accommodate in both my faith and in my brain
Is that her beautiful manifestation of The Sacred Spirit will live on
After all creatures that were touched by her courage are long gone.

I will see Deborah's face, hands, and smile any time I remember her;
This continuation of her manifestation of The Sacred is what I prefer
To the belief some share that we wait until the coming of The Christ
Before we can join our loved ones in continuing of their life.

I don't need a preacher to tell me Deborah shared The Scared Spirit;
It wasn't her tiny voice that spoke so that all could hear it.
It was the courage she showed in making every day of her life
A celebration of being alive, not a miserable martyr's sacrifice.

I don't believe it's in the dying, but in joyful living we become whole;
These are the parts of our journeys that inspire others' souls.
When we put too much emphasis on the pain of one's life's end
We lose the eternal promise and power of what it means to be a friend.

Deborah and her special sacred spirit will always live in me,
As it did when her frail body lived, and through all eternity.
Her laughter and her voice, her scent, and her generosity
Have become, for all eternal life, parts of the best of me.

Pentecostal Prayer Day 7

A reply that I received to one of my own comments on a post from a comparative religion site Patheos.com led to my doing further study on Islam. It seems that early on Islam was a religion succeeding in unity and peace with other Abrahamic brothers and sisters. 

In the Koran, "God" referred to "God" as "We," not as "He." In Muhammad's day, all Abrahamic religions were under siege; they bonded as people all seeking a common code of conduct and justice in a hostile world. Their practices were different, but they lived in the harmony that only respect can achieve.

This seems to also be the way with the early Christians. It seems the “Age of Enlightenment” actually brought on more darkness. I believe EVERY age has prophets, but we perish when we promote them to worldly "kings," leading storm troopers for the purposes of "conversion."

I pray that we are experiencing a new “Pentecost” in this “new age” of religious inquiry and threats of world annihilation through war. 

Pentecostal Prayer Day 6

I lived in a small town; out of respect I went to another;
This is the same reason I deserted my own mother.
To the values that connect them, I can't adhere;
They deny the essential values that I hold most dear.

From the time I was a baby, I'm told, I turned away
From any bullying behavior that came into play.
I would not look at my father who had beaten me;
I will not look at anyone in whom intimidation I see.

When societies are formed by agreeing to lies,
I must speak up about the abuses that I most despise.
The fact that I will not be a witness to martyrdom
Is the reason that I've, isolated from society, become.

Most people my age are looking for comfort and peace;
Any thoughts of protest have long ago ceased.
I don't understand this hanging on to physical life,
When each generation seems to accept more strife.

Anything I can do to help my grandchildren succeed
In turning our society away from individual greed,
I will gladly do, including becoming a martyr,
If my death could move human compassion a bit farther.

The spirit of Jewish Jesus that was left upon the earth
Is the same Sacred Spirit which accompanied his birth.
Pray that The Sacred Spirit that was left at Pentecost
Will infuse humanity with the peace that we have lost.