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Religion/Spirituality

Another Take on Incarnation

 “I am divine.  I am an aspect of God, whole, perfect and complete.”   Diana Bishop, editor of Science of Mind magazine.

          

What does it mean to say that we are divine or that God is within us (the slightly more modest version)?  This is one of those questions shared by we Christian who wish to be seen as progressive or incarnational and by adherents of the “New Thought” or mental science philosophy, an American metaphysical religion that can be traced back to Ralph Waldo Emerson and followed in the work of a series of healers and positive thinkers (some sincere, others scammers) from that day to ours.*

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Religion/Spirituality

God: Angry or Loving?

I had a friend while in graduate school (he was preparing to become a priest, I a historian) who was a member of a group of folks who regularly studied scripture in a group.

One day he came to the office where we worked and proclaimed that his group was studying Jeremiah. “He has the angriest God in the book,” Rob proclaimed.

I thought of this recently while traveling down the street and noticing a minivan ahead of me that had “Jeremiah 29:11” painted in big letters on his back window. I was intrigued and when I got home, decided to look up the passage and here is what i found: “For I know the plans I have for you,”‘declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” (NIV)

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Personal Religion/Spirituality

Searching for Jesus on Middle Road: A Personal Journey

            Ever since I was twelve years old, I have been searching for Truth or, to put it another way, trying to get things Right.

The Beginning

It was in the spring of 1956 that my mother told me something that I claim as one source of my desire to get things Right and seek the Truth (the two are different but related) whenever I am confronted with a problem.  We were riding south on Highway 61 from Dewitt to Davenport, Iowa in our old Chevy (all our cars when I was growing up were old Chevies, usually painted that dark green paint that I was told was leftover from painting tanks during World War II).  My great-aunt, Rosa Nonnenmacher, who never married, was dying of cancer, and her nieces and nephews were making frequent trips to Dewitt to help her clean out her house and barn.  On one trip home, I wondered or worried about something, and my mother told me that I was conscientious.  I asked her what that meant and she said that it meant that I tried to do the Right Thing (or words to that effect).  I was impressed, decided that was a good thing to be, and “internalized” that idea.