I name Jesus as the go-to Source in my life. I am not church people, but I never heard of the many other spiritual peeps till I was over 30, and at least Jesus has been in my consciousness all my learning life. I was fairly certain he'd know my name, and the others wouldn't, not to put too fine a point on it.
Frankly, I consider myself blessed that I never got the so-called Jesus Freak movement. I must admit that back in the day I lived in fear I was going to "get the call"...and there'd go me in my Jesus boots, banging my tambourine and seeking lost souls. I'd heard the hymn "Bringing in the Sheaves," and I just figured they were hiding fallen folk in that word sheaves.
I'm here to testify...so to speak...that it's probably a good thing I did not know then how hard it was going to be to make conscious contact with any higher power. I've never been known for my staying power...don't get it, forget it was my m.o. (That may should be is my m.o. sometimes still.)
It's a great comfort to me to recognize my inner growth in accepting the God of my understanding as the Buddha, Jehovah, Allah, Muhammad, Jesus, Joseph and Mary (they're one), not to mention Saint Paul and Mary Magdalene and Our Lady of Fatima and Pope Francis...and never forgetting my mentor who moves up to first place more than often...and rightly so since I can reach out and touch him.
All of this is about looking back...seeing now where I was then and how my life has come to be. And it is good...purely and simply because I chose still more spiritual growth as my path to trudge. I know, too, and without question, that I alone did not make that choice. My mentor told me to.
Thank you.
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