Pretty little lies

What do I know.
I know that because of Jesus, because a brother I didnt know I had saw me, loved me and then sacrificed himself for me so that I could come home.
I could leave the dark, desolate, alone lands and come home.
There would be no repercussions, no remembering who I was before I was home.
It would be dark… and then light.
It is impossible to go back surely.  Once adopted.. ?
Satan seems to try and hang “old” stuff on you. To draw you down a path that looks like it leads to those nether lands, but it dosent actually exist any more.  Right?  All that “before stuff” is gone, incinerated.  In the power of a love that has no darkness at all.
So what is it that we fall into…? Maybe forgetting.  We forget.
We get caught up in the mad whirl of things and forget.. but why.
Why does the mad whirl of things cause us to forget?
Maybe because the mad whirl of things is not made up of our counter culture, our surreal society.
The mad whirl of things is made up of all that we were taken out of.  All those things that keep society going without the God who made us.
So it is geared to make us forget.. it does not change who we are or remove who we are, it just makes us forget.
The forgetting means our heart is not protected, it is not guarded and we become weak and feeble as Satan drapes us with lies.
Lies that become like mud as we walk, lies that catch at our ankles and trip us up.
Lies that have no grip on the shoulders of a guarded heart.
Lies that burn up as soon as they touch the most outer extremity of our hearing, when our heart is guarded.
Lies about our past failures,
Lies about who we are,
Lies about how we look.
Lies that can appear as truth.
Lies that keep us small and in the dirt.
Lies that hold us on the milk.
Lies that keep us in old truth, afraid of the new.
Lies that prevent us becoming.
Guard your heart, Beloved of God.
Remind yourself daily, who you truly are.
Polish those words written on your heart
Dont let the dust of worry and fear settle over that which is etched there,
causing you to forget.
Guard your heart, Beloved of God.


Entangle again

Everything today is geared towards the false self.

To building it up so that we consume, consume, consume

Our true self, our soul, our deep down human being, is lost amid the trappings of the stuff, the bright lights of fairyland, of Tinker Bells and Peter Pans.

We are fractured, splintered, we have lost our true self to become some manufactured doing, performing for validation and adoration

We have re-gowned ourselves with corrupted flesh, in an attempt to cope with overwhelming life

We have forgotten the peace and rest resident in our true self in Christ

We have allowed pain to govern, to rule and snap the gentle, ancient path where the good way is.

Come, again bow your head and take hold of the now, the eternal now that is present in Him

Allow it to permeate your present, to reach up out of your soul, your true self and entangle again with the God of Mystery, the God of the eternal now,

Our eternal Life.

The shame game

I had a “disappointing” experience today.

I received an email from a director of the company I work for.  He sent this email to a number of people, all who were peers of each other.  He proceeded to “snark” for want of a better word at those in the “To” box of the email, petty grievances, harsh words, shaming words, “disappointments”, that he felt some had given him in a particular piece of work.

All of these people were hard workers, they all were working long hours and desperately attempting to meet demands that were impossible to meet, and his reaction to where they could not meet these demands was this email.

What is it about our culture and the culture of the world that causes us to believe that shame is a motivator.  That shame can instigate change.  That shame is a truth teller.

Shame is none of those things.  It is a jailer, a prison, a crucifier of joy and worth, an enabler of broken individuals in authority who believe it is acceptable to reach out from their lofty podium and cripple the people they look down on.  Managers who use shame as a management style are bullies and there should be no place for them as managers, unless it is on an intensive management deliverance course!

Shame is a despicable tool in the arsenal belt of Institutional church too.  As if you didnt know that!  It is used to keep bums on seats, to control and keep congregations walking down the aisles, working in all sorts of church “ministries, and generally to just keep the people in line.  The god of those churches is not my God.  The Jesus of those places is most definitely not my Jesus.  He is a figment, an idol, a man made flagellation tool for authoritarians to threaten the people of God with.

It is NOT a tool that our Beloved uses.  He came with Grace and Truth, he came to show us the face of God, without condemnation or price.  He bore our shame so we did not have to and anyone who tries to put that millstone back around your neck had better beware because causing others to stumble is not a line you want on your heavenly cv!

Know that you are of infinite worth, that you are wholly precious and beloved and He knows you down to the very atom of your being, and He does not condemn you.  If he does not then whatever measure of shame may come seeping up to your door, brought by whoever, it is NOT for you.  Do not let the knowledge of your belovedness, your preciousness and your worth be stolen by a lie.

He is building His church, His glorious Bride, and there is no shame in or on her.