Did you know the Holy Spirit is a feminine being? She is God’s spirit, Father’s wife, and my perfect Mother. It’s helpful to know that heaven is not populated entirely by masculine energies. Long ago, in ancient Rome, the genders used in Hebrew and Aramaic texts to describe God and the beings of heaven were changed. When the Scriptures were translated to Greek, The Holy Spirit and many of the angels became neuter. When the Church translated the Greek text to Latin, Mother became a ‘man.’ Thus, for over 1,600 years western Christians have had two male Parents. The irony? This radical idea originated in Holy Rome.
Those tricky Semitic pronouns gotcha, eh Constantine? True, Latin may be a dead language. But this is a serious matter. For 1,600 years, no one thought to fix the typo. To me this is unthinkable.
“This fundamental point, traditionally obscured in scriptural translation and largely ignored by commentators, clearly has the most far-reaching theological implications.”
T.P. Brown: The Maternal Spirit
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Some years ago, I asked my loving God for a heavenly gift. To my astonishment, I got it. A short time later, I discovered that God had sent me some ‘extra’ gifts I had not asked for. His gifts were infinitely better, but it took time for me to relax and understand my mixed blessings. I continue to work at this every day. I do not envision a time when the journey will be completed—I pray it never is. And, I will trust my loving God forever, love him in all of his infinite forms.
It can be quite difficult to love every living thing. But we must, else we divide ourselves from our loving God.
I don’t believe God reveals himself in just one way. In truth I cannot conceive just how beautiful, how endlessly indescribable and loving God is. I imagine one could have any kind of relationship they choose–serious, informal, joyous, troubled, lighthearted, childish. I experience all of these, and more keep coming. Many of my gifts are similar to the things I’ve always received in life, except now I know who is sending them. Life is vastly more interesting and enjoyable when I know each new development is aimed at bringing me nearer to my father.
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I’ve always believed that my perfect father would be the most loving and logical being there is. Einstein knew this for a fact. In his complex equations, he glimpsed the creator’s handiwork. The perfection and love of God appeared to Einstein as the natural laws and forces that keep the planets safe in their orbits and enable the stars to create and nurture life.
Like Albert E, I did not recognize my perfect father in the world’s spiritual belief systems. In every faith I studied, the logic ultimately fell apart: my perfect loving father will harm me if I’ve been bad. Even worse, a second, evil god will attack me for no apparent reason. If the goal is to present a single, unconditionally loving creator, this reasoning doesn’t. My entire being rejected it. Continue reading My Perfect Father →
Gospel of Mary, as the text is named in the manuscript, though it is made clear “Mary” is the person we call Mary of Magdala (Mary Magdalene), is a well preserved codex discovered in the late 19th century near Akhmim, in upper Egypt. It was purchased in 1896 by German scholar Dr. Carl Reinhardt, who took it to Berlin.
Gospel of Mary (Madgdalene) (pdf)
Download in Microsoft Word (docx)
Translation and commentary in English
By George W. Macrae and R. McL. Wilson
Edited by Douglas M. Parrott
Estimated date of writing: 30 – 180 CE
Large image: Ascension of Mary Magdalene, c. 1430 / National Museum in Warsaw
Peter said to Mary, “Sister we know that the Savior loved you more than the rest of woman.”
Gospel of Mary
The Lord loved Mariam more than all the other Disciples, and he kissed her often on her mouth.
Gospel of Philip 59
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I held up the stubborn pen and squinted at it. “I know you’re God’s pen, because everything belongs to him.” Late this December evening, neither myself nor my faithful pen knew what to write. Trouble was, my memory of that day held missing time. While staring at the virgin white page, I decided to write what I could remember and trust the rest to God’s pen.
As I began to write in my notebook, I had no idea that this would become the most important night of my life.
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