Love – Not Worship – My Friend
I’m already sleeping too much, and now, with my Mary dreams, I enjoy sleeping even more. So, I'm back sitting in Mary’s flower garden – in the same chair Joseph built some years ago.
“First, I’m happy that you are finding me believable, but if I had visited you in what we call the Middle Ages and told others about my visit with you, I would have been burned at the stake.”
Mary looked at me, first with astonishment and then with horror. She covered her mouth with a hand and muttered, “Oh, dear, why in the world would they do that?”
“Because no one, if they are true believers in Jesus, should ever even think of talking with His mother. Evil spirits must possess that person.”
Mary began to laugh, and through her guffaws, she said, “Now, you surely are joking with me, are you not?”
“I wish I were joking, but I’m not. In those years, you were worshipped, and they even built one of the most beautiful temples in the world in a city named Paris. They named it ‘Our Lady’ or ‘Notre Dame.’
Mary looked so alarmed that I feared she would faint and fall out of the chair.
“Oh, Mary, I do not want to hurt or frighten you. What can I do for you?”
“Oh, I don’t know. How did they go so wrong about my Jesus and me?”
“I honestly don’t know. I think they thought they were honoring both you and Jesus.” I shook my head as if to shake some answer in there."
“Don’t they know that Jesus did not want to be glorified in any way? He just wanted everyone to know that Yahweh created them and that they can love and be kind to themselves and one another.”
I wanted to answer her, but I left her sitting there. So, all I could do was to…
Nurture my heart, glance at the biblical menu again, and not eat it.
Don each blog gets better and better. I especially love this one, #32.
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