Matthew 10, 34-39
"Do not suppose that my mission on earth is to spread peace. My mission is to spread not peace, but division. I have come to set a man at odds with his father, a daughter with her mother, a daughter - in - law with her mother - in -law, in short to make a man's enemies those of his own household.
Whoever loves father or mother, son or daughter, more than me is not worthy of me. He who shall not take up his cross and follow after me is not worthy of me. He who seeks only himself brings himself to ruin, whereas he who bring himself to nought for me discovers who he is."
Welcome to my spiritual web page.
With this I want to pass on to you not only information about the spiritual and religious side of life, but also the knowledge that in fact there is a spiritual side of life. There is more to life then gathering money to spend it, to add to an ever expanding pile of stuff that for a moment entertained you and fulfilled you but now is just some forgotten dream of feeling complete and happy. Under all of that, asleep within the personality you made to understand with and to protect your being with, is a live being, a spirit, that is looking for something. There really is. We all walk around with an internal conversation that in the end is nothing but a day dream that will end. And asleep in that dream is a real being. Use this site to wake up.
Even those listed below have heard.
Let God Love You.
When I was alone, I'd read the Bible. Gradually, more of it began to open up to me. Things I should have known all my life-raised in a religious home and taken to a Christian church-somehow now started to make sense to me for the first time. My understanding was groping and incomplete, but I caught the first glimpses of what I would know more clearly later: that my own horrors were part of a larger horror, a whole world gone wrong because creatures made by and for a loving God (not the bearded judge I'd imagined when I was a kid) tried to be gods themselves and run their world without Him. That in no way took away my responsibility for what I'd done, what I'd allowed myself to become, but it explained why, when I had opened myself to whatever was around me in this broken world, what flooded the emptiness inside me was demonic and deadly.
I began to see, too, that even for guilt as gross as mine, a penalty had already been paid. A death penalty, carried by God Himself in His Son Jesus. I could see easily how the power of death and destruction ruled this present world, or seemed to-I'd served that power, expressed through one diabolical man who wanted to be a god. Slowly I began to see, as well, the power of God's love to overcome that death and destruction, to heal it, not just abstractly but immediately and specifically-for me. Even for me.
If my self had been shattered into a thousand disjointed pieces, the God who made that self to begin with could mend it. If I had so torn apart my consciousness by a dozen different mind-bending drugs that I was barely human anymore, God could heal what I'd done to myself.
But what about what I'd done to others, to seven others and one never born? Nothing could make that right. No, Chaplain Goffigan told me, but it could be forgiven.
Somehow, in all those years in church, I'd missed the incredible news that church was supposed to be all about: that the Creator of all there is had become part of His own Creation; that He did it for love and that He let His creatures, people like us, kill Him so that we could live-so that we could be free from the death that was the only thing left for us once we turned away from Life Himself. That was what love was all about: God, dying for us in His Son, to put an end to the death that is our living without Him and to make new life out of the death that seems to end our lives.
Charles Watson - Abounding Love