Spiraling

So, who is this woman I married? Shy, a bouncing blonde ponytail, with her vivacious six-year-old​ daughter​, a diligent caretaker of ten ​stray ​kittens. I had no idea​ who she was, not really. ​ What man ​ever​ does​ to begin with​? She loved Jesus, she was so beautiful I wanted to weep, I had two small children left to me by my ​first ​wife’s death from cancer​;​ it was a match that had to be.

Who is she? I asked myself this when, as I was hopping her on one leg to ​her wheelchair,​ she said, cheek to cheek, “I’m glad this has happened.” I rested her against ​a ​wall, “What?” She said it brought us closer together and closer to God. It’s what we wanted. but I thought snork​eling​ on the Caribbean Sea and praying together again in the morning would be sufficient. No half measures with God. Living in Portland was like spiritual Sodom. ​Moving here, ​w​e were volunteering to make our lives available​ to God​ ​and now He is ​preparing us​ for what He has for us.​ I told a friend, jokingly, I wished my blog​ was​ “NOT changing from glory to glory ​TOO​ ​MUCH​,” but he was relentless and responded, “Nothing is too much to be conformed into God’s image.” ​I wanted to tell him to lighten up. ​

I’ve seen Mexican ​men and women​ working incredibly hard here, not always true in America​,​ where their votes are bought by food stamps. I saw a young gay man lounging by the pool. I remembered how I ​used to​ respond in my legalistic, judgmental church days​. That is,​ “If I befriend him, he will think I approve of his life​’s​ choices,” right? ​I know the Scriptures, but since my name isn’t Jesus, I treated him with respect. ​I tried to ​explain to him why Obama was not the savior of the world and why Trump was not the ​Beast of the Book of Revelations, even if he looked and acted the part many times. ​ ​After I was ​more delivered from my judgmentalism, someone​ asked ​me ​what ​I ​would do if a homosexual walked into ​my​ church? I said I would sit him with the rest of the sinners. After all, God hates religious pride above all else.
We were shunned ​by religion ​as if we were gay, Laurie and I, because our sin was equally grievous, at least in the eyes of our church leader: ​we stood on principle against a false religious movement, that was invading by a coup attempt to take over our fellowship in South Africa. ​My church leader at the time sided against us. That was ten years ago, and that didn’t have a happy ending. That is why I write novels on spiritual abuse. My novel, “The Grass that Suffers,” is being readied for publishing, hopefully within a month.

​I guess I’m getting into the habit of naming each blog. “Spiraling,” because after “launching” and “splatting,” we are now spiraling to a place of finding a new and present reality, physically, mentally, and spiritually. On the spiritual side, through our friend Lucy at the hospital, we met a group of beautiful miracle-believing Christians, and went to their church yesterday morning. That will be my next blog. ​

3 thoughts on “Spiraling”

  1. Good to hear from you. How is Laurie doing? So happy to hear you have connected with some other believers and I’m sure it is encouraging for you both.

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  2. When I lived in Tucson and worked at Hughes Aircraft I had a co-worker that I loved working with. One day he came to me and said, “I know you are a Christian and probably will not be my friend after I tell you this, but I am gay and I have AIDS”. I said to him, “…and??? I am still your friend and am so terribly sad to hear you have AIDS. How can we help you?” We both got laid off, but I had a husband to help… he had no one. So we brought him food and helped in any way possible. He chose to move to an apartment where we lived and we had the most awesome friendship that meant the world to all of us. If I responded to the old legalistic way of thinking I would have missed an opportunity to see this young man come to Christ. Thank God I have been delivered from performance based legalistic Christianity and you both as well! ❤

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