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Beejenigma
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I was raised with no belief. I was fascinated by my grandmommy’s explanation of guardians angels around my bed and how we can know that God always watches over us and answers our prayers. This saved my sanity as I had just been attacked by my babysitter, who was a 16 yr old male. I was a five yr old girl. I fought him off but I was left abandoned in an underground fort behind his barn. I prayed and prayed and I was found.
I kept my simple knowledge I had been given by my Church of the Brethren grandmother. I had no religion in my home at all. At age 14, I became a born-again, speaking in tongues, slain by the Spirit street witnessing evangelical charismatic Christian because of a tent revival though the local Missouri Synod Lutheran Church. I became baptized and continued my belief but not my practice for many years.
I then became a Presbyterian, which was the church of my father’s people. I was an ardent theologian for many years in that belief.
I then moved due to becoming a Vietnam Era vet sailor’s wife. I attended the church that was closest to me in the slums of San Diego, which was Spanish Catholic. I didn’t understand it but I did love the service, which reminded me of my love of liturgy I had when I was a Lutheran.
A Franciscan monk came by and knocked on all the doors of our slum and checked on all of us. I really loved his love of the poor. I stood in bread lines at the door of the Spanish Catholic Church. This had a great affect on me.
I moved to Southern Iowa where the Baptist Church had a great outreach with free food on Wednesdays and a great Bible study, which I loved. They did accept me as a member without any question but they threw me out as a Satanist when I became the yoga instructor of the local community college. I had to laugh. I was glad to be gone. I then went to a Lutheran Church and fell in love with St. Francis.
I moved to Iowa City where I did attended the Unitarian Church, which is so intellectual and philosophical as you know. It seemed dry to me and very open to anything. This made me question where I stood even more.
I moved to Topeka, KS where I dated a Catholic who had a very large and loving Catholic Family. They took me in and sent my kids to the inner city, poverty stricken Sacred Heart School. My kids and I got our clothes from the Open Door (Catholic run) and got our medical care from the Catholic run free clinic.
I was highly impressed at this apostolate of so many loving people. I went into Formation at that time, being highly impressed by the good works in action of this great group, the Franciscans there in particular. I joined the Church on Holy Saturday 1993.
Since then I have continued my studies of the Early Church Fathers and the origin of the final body of works called the Bible and how it came about.
I have continued my love of Franciscans and I will be fully professed in two or three years! I have taken my own three vows personally. It has been four years now that I have lived a life of chastity, poverty and obedience.
I have gone as far back to the Original Liturgy as I can so I now attend Novus Ordo, which is only about three words different from the Traditional Latin Mass. The TLM is unchanged otherwise since the fourth century. If you want Original, you have it with the TLM!!!
Thanks for listening. Peace and all good, Beej and pack at the animal rescue here in Iowa
I kept my simple knowledge I had been given by my Church of the Brethren grandmother. I had no religion in my home at all. At age 14, I became a born-again, speaking in tongues, slain by the Spirit street witnessing evangelical charismatic Christian because of a tent revival though the local Missouri Synod Lutheran Church. I became baptized and continued my belief but not my practice for many years.
I then became a Presbyterian, which was the church of my father’s people. I was an ardent theologian for many years in that belief.
I then moved due to becoming a Vietnam Era vet sailor’s wife. I attended the church that was closest to me in the slums of San Diego, which was Spanish Catholic. I didn’t understand it but I did love the service, which reminded me of my love of liturgy I had when I was a Lutheran.
A Franciscan monk came by and knocked on all the doors of our slum and checked on all of us. I really loved his love of the poor. I stood in bread lines at the door of the Spanish Catholic Church. This had a great affect on me.
I moved to Southern Iowa where the Baptist Church had a great outreach with free food on Wednesdays and a great Bible study, which I loved. They did accept me as a member without any question but they threw me out as a Satanist when I became the yoga instructor of the local community college. I had to laugh. I was glad to be gone. I then went to a Lutheran Church and fell in love with St. Francis.
I moved to Iowa City where I did attended the Unitarian Church, which is so intellectual and philosophical as you know. It seemed dry to me and very open to anything. This made me question where I stood even more.
I moved to Topeka, KS where I dated a Catholic who had a very large and loving Catholic Family. They took me in and sent my kids to the inner city, poverty stricken Sacred Heart School. My kids and I got our clothes from the Open Door (Catholic run) and got our medical care from the Catholic run free clinic.
I was highly impressed at this apostolate of so many loving people. I went into Formation at that time, being highly impressed by the good works in action of this great group, the Franciscans there in particular. I joined the Church on Holy Saturday 1993.
Since then I have continued my studies of the Early Church Fathers and the origin of the final body of works called the Bible and how it came about.
I have continued my love of Franciscans and I will be fully professed in two or three years! I have taken my own three vows personally. It has been four years now that I have lived a life of chastity, poverty and obedience.
I have gone as far back to the Original Liturgy as I can so I now attend Novus Ordo, which is only about three words different from the Traditional Latin Mass. The TLM is unchanged otherwise since the fourth century. If you want Original, you have it with the TLM!!!
Thanks for listening. Peace and all good, Beej and pack at the animal rescue here in Iowa