Irish Blessings Sunday, May 1, 2011

Dancing, bag pipes, laughter, corn beef and cabbage, family, fun, Blessings and the color green only scratch the surface of what St. Patricks Day is. This day is one of those significant days that will be considered as a marker for a drastic change in direction. My father kidnapped my siblings and I at age seven. Moved us away from our mother and we lost all contact with her for awhile. It was a life of fear and overwhelming pain for me. I was raised as a Seventh Day Adventist and even so I can conclude even with little memories of my child hood how very confusing it would be for a child to hear the bible teacher quote scriptures like Hebrews 13:6, God himself has said, I will not fail you or desert you, and so we can say with confidence; With the Lord to help me, I fear nothing; What can man do to me? How confusing it must have been for a little girl whose father would enter her bedroom at anytime in the night. He can touch me and fondle me as I lay there pretending to be sleeping. My relationship with Jesus seemed to only be possible if I were to be a good girl and follow all the rules. My relationship with my father seemed only possible if I were a good girl and went along with his advances. Yet my father beat me with the law and rules, my religion pulverized me with condemnation and shame and Jesus seemed deafly silent. All seemed to position me into compliance. But I refused to comply with fathers advances and the unfair division of labor was my punishment for ...



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