Growing Up With Spiritualism – Part 3

When I was about 5 years old, we lived on the 3rd floor of an apartment complex in Chicago. On this particular day, we had company over who were going to spend the night — my cousins and their parents. With night approaching, the three or so cots were pulled out and arranged side by side in the living room.

Two to three of us children crawled into the cots. The adults were in the kitchen and us kids were squirmy. It was a hot and dark night so the windows were wide open.

Suddenly, we heard flapping. What could it be? More flapping sounds were heard. Squealing kids could be heard and parents rushed toward the living room. A light came on. Immediately my mother yelled “Put the sheets over your heads.” Fear was in our hearts but obedience rose to the occasion.

Something landed on my head. I lay still, very still and too afraid to move.

A broom, a plastic bag and alcohol — those were the items used to kill and catch the bat that was flying through the air of our living room.

Bat

My mother believed the bat was “sent” to us so by someone who intended evil for our family — it was considered a bad omen. She kept it in the plastic pouch until about 15 years ago.

A long time to keep a bad omen.

 

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Depression in the Bible

Meaningless! Meaningless! Everything is meaningless!

Isn’t that the truth? When you consider life and what we toil for? It all seems in vain. Are all of our actions meaningless? We work for money to buy things — clothes, food, houses, cars, boats, stocks and bonds … for what? Eventually we die and whatever is left behind goes to someone else — the government, a family member, a friend or to animals.

We work — someone else inherits. And on and on it goes. The Bible not only speaks of the meaningless of life but also of people who struggled with depression. A son of King David had everything — houses, land, children, women, food … and yet his mind was finding everything in life futile.

I saw that wisdom is better than folly,
just as light is better than darkness.
The wise have eyes in their heads,
while the fool walks in the darkness;
but I came to realize
that the same fate overtakes them both.

Then I said to myself,

“The fate of the fool will overtake me also.
What then do I gain by being wise?”
I said to myself, “This too is meaningless.”
For the wise, like the fool, will not be long remembered;
the days have already come when both have been forgotten.
Like the fool, the wise too must die!

So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. All of it is meaningless, a chasing after the wind. I hated all the things I had toiled for under the sun, because I must leave them to the one who comes after me.  Ecclesiastes 2:12-19

Ouch! This guy must be really down. Or, perhaps he was aging and was starting to figure our what matters in life. A reading of the whole book of Ecclesiastes reminds us that the people in the Bible were just like us — all struggling in their existence.

The author eventually makes the point that we mustn’t keep our eyes on the things of this earth. Everything here appears meaningless. Our focus must be on the things beyond this earth. A better land — one with no selfishness, no complaining, no suffering, no aches and pains, no DEATH (I like that one).

Otherwise — all we have is non-existence.

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The Tongue

Words — they seem to have an impact on what we think of ourselves. They can help or hinder, bless or curse, uplift or tear down. Using one small piece of our anatomy — the tongue. The tongue helps us to make sounds that make the words come out.

  • Thank you
  • I enjoyed the meal you made
  • I like the shirt you’re wearing
  • You have a nice smile
Words can have us walking with our heads lifted up high all day or they can leave us with low self-esteem.
  • That color doesn’t look good on you
  • I don’t need your help
  • You are ugly
  • I don’t like having you around
  • Have you considered joining Weight Watchers?
We should pause more often before we speak to make sure our words will uplift instead of tear someone down.

Likewise, the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark.  James 3:5

A Balm in Gilead

Balm — a substance, oily and sometimes fragrant, that often has medicinal value.

This world needs a balm. The older I get, the more pain and suffering I see. Is it because I’m older and more cognizant of my surroundings? Am I more in tune with people than when I was younger?

We are responsible for a lot of what happens and is happening. Our poor choices cause harm to us and to others and yet we continue the cycle. Whether it’s environmental, emotional, physical, political — the people on this earth need healing. I need healing.

Sometimes when I can’t sleep, I read, pray, or sit quietly listening to my thoughts or turn on my iPod and listen to music. My heart aches for people who are suffering — death, physical or emotional ailments, family breakups, marriage dissolutions. Who are we kidding? As much as we would not like to depend on each other, we need each other.

Is there no balm for this earth? When tears fall from my eyes, I look upward to the heavens and ask “How much longer before You return and Your promise of no more suffering is finally fulfilled ?”

He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.  Revelation 21:4

There is a Balm in Gilead …

Sometimes I feel discouraged and think my work’s in vain,
But then the Holy Spirit revives my soul again.
There is a balm in Gilead to make the wounded whole
There is a balm in Gilead to heal the sin sick soul.

If you cannot preach like Peter, if you cannot pray like Paul,
You can tell the love of Jesus and say, “He died for all.”
There is a balm in Gilead to make the wounded whole;
There is a balm in Gilead to heal the sin sick soul.

Don’t ever feel discouraged, for Jesus is your friend;
And if you lack for knowledge, He’ll never refuse to lend.
There is a balm in Gilead to make the wounded whole
There is a balm in Gilead to heal the sin sick soul.

Make us whole Lord Jesus. Make us whole.

 

Growing Up With Spiritualism – Part 2

Growing up in a family that believed in spiritualism — voodoo, holy water, the evil eye, crystal balls — my life had interesting experiences.

I was — what shall I say? — a little wild when I was growing up. My mean temper and stubbornness led others to believe that I was not adapting well. And it didn’t help that I had a boyfriend who my mother thought was evil. Looking back, I was too young to have a boyfriend. And, my mother was raising six children on her own so she was over-protective.

One day she decided to take me to a friend of hers who was a spiritualist — a woman who would be able to exorcise the evil spirit that was in me.

It was a sunny day. The Chicago Cubs were going to play baseball at 1:00 p.m. and I wanted to see them on TV. Instead, I was hauled away to be un-demonized.

We entered the woman’s house. She was tall, dark and thin. There was always a smell in her house. I can’t remember exactly what it smelled like but it permeated the whole house. Could it be incense?

The spiritualist sat me in a chair and looked at me from  across the table. She had a crystal ball (round vase) filled with water and a red rose floating on top. She said to me “You haven’t been behaving very well. We need to see what the problem is.” I thought the whole thing comical. Then she said “I see a man in your life.” No kidding? I stared at her belligerently. She then said “He has a dark complexion.” No kidding? Then she said “He has dark hair.” Hmmm … no kidding? My mother must have briefed her on my boyfriends appearance before we came over.

My boyfriend was Mexican and indeed, he had a dark complexion and black hair. Then she said “It’s no good for you to see him. He’s trouble in your life.” My rolled eyes couldn’t have gone back further in my head.

It’s hard to remember everything that I was feeling and thinking. I do remember I didn’t want to be there. I felt they were intruding on my time. I wanted to watch the Cubs play ball and all of this was nonsense to me. I was only 13.

Since I didn’t exhibit the proper response for the spiritualist, I was moved to a chair in the middle of the room. The spiritualist started walking around the chair with a contraption in her hand which spewed smoke and smelled like incense. I can’t remember what she said. Thoughts of the Cubs playing without my watching them crossed my mind. Anger continued building up inside of me. This is stupid, I thought to myself. Why can’t they just leave me alone?

Finally it was over. “It” didn’t work. I was still as belligerent and hot tempered when I left as when I got there. And I didn’t stop seeing my boyfriend.

My mother would take me to this woman on occasion. Sometimes the spiritualist would read tarot cards and tell me about the present and the future. I don’t recall much of what she said about the future. The things she told me about the present were true but they were supplied to her by my mother.

I don’t know how  many people go through experiences like this. Too many probably. It sets a person up for suspicion later in life. And yet, watching shows like Star Wars brings to mind that there are forces in this world that we can’t see. (Click here to read Part 1 one of Growing Up With Spiritualism)

I can’t fault my mother. She did what she thought was right in her eyes. That was her upbringing. It was not what I believed and I felt uncomfortable around it all. It did lead me to study the Bible later in life and have a better understanding of what the Bible says about such things.

As a Christian, I believe in a spirit world. But people who claim to be psychics, tarot readers, crystal ball readers, mediums — are all playing on the devil’s ground. The earth and the people here are indeed in a warfare — a spiritual warfare.

For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.  Ephesians 6:12

 

 

Growing Up With Spiritualism – Part 1

I grew up in the Catholic faith. It was a mixture of Roman Catholic, Spiritualism and Voodoo. Crystal balls, talking to the dead, the “evil” eye, curses, voodoo dolls, tarot reading — to name a few — were part of our culture.

It was a wee bit scary growing up. Some kids grow up with monsters under their bed — we grew up with monsters and all of the above. I remember when I first heard about the monsters under the bed — I would take a running start, “fly” into the air and onto the bed so the monster could not pull me under. I don’t remember who implanted the idea of “monsters” in my head.

We used to get “holy” water from the Catholic church and put a jar of that water along with a lemon next to the front door to ward off any evil spirits that might be trying to enter.

Going to church every Sunday was a must.

My first real recollection of spiritualism came very early in life. I couldn’t have been older than 10 years old. We were living in Chicago and my family went to visit my aunt. She lived in the projects on the 3rd or 4th floor of a large complex. In the back of this complex was a large courtyard. The residents would hang their clothes out to dry in the back porches of their apartments.

While we were visiting, my cousin was in her bedroom sitting in front of a mirror combing her hair. Suddenly we heard screaming. When we went to her room, she was “fighting” something. With fists in the air, she was punching as if she was beating on something or someone.

At first I thought it was a joke she was playing on us. But the screaming was real. After the “episode,” my mother went to her and pulled the back of her shirt up. Her back had fresh scratches from the “something” that she had been fighting.

I’ve kept this memory in my head for a long time. I don’t remember much else about it. Since that time, I’ve always believed that there is a spirit world — both evil and good.

For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.  Ephesians 6:12

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Carving Love Into A Tree

I’ve always wanted to think back and remember having a boyfriend who carved our initials into a tree.

Trees

The thought is nice but it’s not reality. I did have a boyfriend who had our initials carved into a locket. I still have the locket. I’m not sure why I’ve kept it all these years as there are many sad memories that go with it. At the time, they didn’t seem sad. One’s perspective as a young person is quite different than as an adult.

A song by Chris Rice called My Tree compares a lover who carves his love’s initials into a tree with the carving that Christ did on His tree – the tree at Calvary. There is no better love than Christ. He doesn’t have an ounce of selfishness in His heart and only wants what’s best for us.

Why is that so hard for us to grasp?

Lyrics to the song My Tree

On a hill far away stands a tall mighty tree
Where a boy and girl used to take turns pushing the tire swing
I remember the pocketknife in hand and her name in my heart
Thinkin’ there ain’t no way for a boy to contain
the love that he feels inside


So I carved her name into my tree
Then I carved a heart around her name
Then I carved an arrow through the heart just to say “I love you”
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross
the emblem of suffering and shame
I remember the nails through my hands
 and your name in my heart
How in their wordless way the nails explain
the love that I feel inside
As they carved your name into my tree
Where I wrapped my heart around your name
Then I took your arrow through my heart
Just to say, “I love you”
Just to say, “I love you”


Now I can never forget how much you mean to me
‘Cause I will always remember whenever I see
Where I carved your name into my tree
Where I wrapped my heart around your name
Then I took your arrow through my heart
Just to say, “I love you”
Just to say, “I love you”
I really love you.

 

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Waters of Life

Japan

Looking into a clear pond, I see my face — wavy, as ripples of water flow through my reflection. Ahhh — that’s what I look like. The reflection here is similar to a mirror but not quite. I ponder how the waves of life have affected me. Some waves have swept me off my feet and landed me in places that I have not wanted to go. Small or large, the waves of life have had an impact.

As these waves impact me, I have impacted others with the waves I have caused in their lives — for good or bad.

The good and the bad make its rounds in our lives via people who enter and leave. Reflections of our hearts.

As water reflects the face, so one’s life reflects the heart. Proverbs 27:19

 

 

 

Beautiful

The lyrics to the song called Beautiful by MercyMe reminds me that in spite of all of my faults I am beautiful in the eyes of my Father.

The days will come when you don’t have the strength
When all you hear is you’re not worth anything
Wondering if you ever could be loved
And if they truly saw your heart they’d see too much

You’re beautiful
You’re beautiful, You are made so much more than all of this
You’re beautiful, You’re beautiful
You are treasured, You are sacred, You are His
You’re beautiful

I’m praying that you have the heart to find
Cause you are more than what is hurting you tonight
For all the lies you’ve held inside so long
And they are nothing in the shadow of the cross

You’re beautiful, You’re beautiful
You are made so much more than all of this
You’re beautiful, You’re beautiful
You are treasured, You are sacred, You are His
You’re beautiful

Before you ever took a breath
Long before the world began
Of all the wonders He possessed
There was one more precious
Of all the earth and skies above
You’re the one He madly loves
Enough to die

 

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Sacrifice Your Son

Then God said, “Take your son, your only son, whom you love—Isaac—and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on a mountain I will show you.” Genesis 22:2

Whoa God! It seems like you always want from us what’s hardest to give. And yet, nothing on this earth is ours. Even our children are a loan from you. Our possessions? Not ours. Our money that we work hard for? Not ours either.

Stewards of everything on this earth that has been given to us — that’s what we are.

In a way, it’s a good thing. We take care of what we have and leave the rest to God.

And Isaac? God provided His own sacrifice — both in the ram that took the place of Isaac and in the person of His Son, Jesus.

He just doesn’t expect us to do anything less than what He would do for us.