Did you know the Holy Spirit is a feminine being? She is the Spirit of God, Father’s wife, and my perfect Mother. It’s good to know that heaven is not entirely filled with masculine beings. So how did the mix-up occur? During the fifth century in ancient Rome, the Greek and Hebrew pronouns that denote “spirit” abruptly changed to masculine gender. When the early Roman Church translated the Greek and Hebrew texts to Latin, our perfect Mother changed to a “Him.” Today the masculine pronoun still applies to the Holy Spirit, angels, and our own heavenly souls. But at what cost? For more than 1,600 years western Christians—especially female believers—have struggled with the concept of an all-male Trinity. The irony? This unearthly concept originated in Holy Rome.
“This fundamental point, long obscured in scriptural translation and largely ignored by commentators, clearly has the most far-reaching theological implications.”
T.P. Brown: The Maternal Spirit
I wish to invite willing readers to explore a radical new prayer idea. Scrap all of your self-imposed limitations on what you think God will or won’t do for you. From this day forth I ask you to forget about what seems “possible,” or “reasonable,” or what you think you don’t deserve—and let God give you everything that your dreams never dreamed of.
Gospel of Mary, as the text is named—though it is made clear that “Mary” is Mary Magdalene—is a well preserved codex discovered in the late 19th century near Akhmim, in upper Egypt. It was later purchased in 1896 by German scholar Dr. Carl Reinhardt, who took it to Berlin.
Gospel of Mary (Magdalene) (pdf)
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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
Prayer of Belonging
I love you
I trust you
I believe in you
you are my father
I have nothing more
than my one true god
there is no other like you
you are joy, peace, and love
and we are love’s children
All that I have belongs to you
any power I hold is yours
my peace is your peace,
my joy is your joy,
you hear my thoughts,
share my tears, troubles,
Perfect loving Father
you make me feel close,
just like an only child,
and I am in you, and
you are in me, and
I belong to you, and
you belong to me
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.
I held up the stubborn pen and squinted at it: “I know that you’re God’s pen because everything belongs to him,” I said. Late this December evening, neither myself nor my faithful pen seemed to know what to write. My memory of the day held missing time. So I stared into the virgin white page, decided to jot down whatever came to mind, and trust the rest to God’s pen. As I began to write, I had no idea that this would be the most important night of my life.