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Five (A Five Minute Friday Post)


tally_marks-five-bar_gate-svgWork, sleep, family, fitness, and friends.

Pick three.

Randy Zuckerburg’s famous tweet regarding the entrepreneur’s dilemma has been swirling my head like a ring of little blue birds.

Fitness got kicked to the curb some time ago.

But my mentor tells me that, “without being fit you’ll never have the energy to keep going.” So… maybe I need to rethink my choice.

Certainly can’t give up my family time.

Friends have carried me on their shoulders to the place where I am today.

Sleep… well… I’m sort of in love with sleep.

The result?

My plan?

I have no plan.

I have lists. Lots and lots of lists.

I have priorities. Writing will take precedence over washing dishes. If my filthy house offends you, please stay away until my success reaches the point where I can afford a maid. In fact, maybe you should stay away after that time, too. We clearly don’t have much in common.

I have values. My crying child gets my attention. Business can wait. Even the supposedly urgent stuff.

Most of all, I have a vision.

Not just a dream. Not a hope, or a wish, or even a goal.

I have a God-given vision and… you know… maybe, since I’m obviously just a limited, finite, flawed little creature, God will carry me forward to see it through as long as I don’t look away from where I’m going.

This post is part of Kate Montaung’s Five Minute Friday. For more, click here.


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Religion And Politics. I Went There. (A Theological Thursday Post)



Christians in America are quick to cite scripture. We celebrate the Good News by wearing, “John 3:16” clothes. We can tell you which verses condemn homosexuality, which verses point out that we have all sinned, and which verses support our belief that Jesus was literally the son of God.

Heading in to this election season, it seems that Christians in America are also extremely political–at least those in my little circle of association are.

I noticed something interesting: No matter which end of the political spectrum my friends find themselves they say very similar things.

Those on the far right will insist that they are the party of true Godly Love because they support the right for all persons to have a shot at life (through the pro-life movement).

Those on the far left will insist that they are the party of true Godly Love because they support the right for all persons to have a shot at life (through “social justice” programs).

Those on the far right will insist that Jesus is coming soon. We have obviously born witness to the beginning of the end (in the presidency of Barak Obama).

Those on the far left will insist that Jesus is coming soon. We have obviously born witness to the beginning of the end (in the presidency of G.W. Bush).

Those on the far right will insist that our Christian nation is failing (from the influences of foreigners with different ideas regarding worship).

Those on the far left will insist that our Christian nation is failing (as evidenced by our lack of willingness to help those who are hurting, because their ideas regarding worship are different from our own).

I could go on, but I think you get the idea.

Regardless of their personal political beliefs in regard to individual political issues everyone seems to agree on two things:

  1. Our nation is hurting right now. We are not a healthy people, in any sense of the word, and something needs to be done about it.
  2. God is on their side and, obviously, strongly opposed to the other side.

Some days the things I see are thought provoking and make me want to learn more so that I can carry out my responsibilities as a voter with wisdom.

More often, the things I see hurt my heart. People invoke the name of God, who is Love, when speaking hate against people who may view a situation through a different lens of life.*

All of this has been weighing heavily on my heart. I think division within the church–especially the kind of division where people begin saying, “God is on OUR side, NOT yours,” is the single most harmful thing that can happen to this nation and, indeed, this world. We are one body. God is OUR father. Period. He created every single one of us.

Including the president and every one of our elected leaders.


EVERY one of our leaders. Not just the ones you voted for.

If you’re a Bible believing Christian, you have to acknowledge that not only did He create them, He chose them specially–hand picked them from the crowd–to be in a position of power.


I don’t know. Was I there when he set the stars in the sky? God’s ways are not my ways. Be thankful for that!

See, I think that Christians are quick to throw scripture around, and I think that is good. I have found, in my own life, that there is extraordinary, truly miraculous power in knowing and citing scripture. Having a solid foundation of scripture gives you a guide in life.


HOWEVER, in all those scriptures I see thrown about on social media like darts aimed at our supposed enemies, I have never once seen a single person quote Romans, chapter thirteen.

13 Let everyone be subject to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God.Consequently, whoever rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves. For rulers hold no terror for those who do right, but for those who do wrong. Do you want to be free from fear of the one in authority? Then do what is right and you will be commended. For the one in authority is God’s servant for your good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for rulers do not bear the sword for no reason. They are God’s servants, agents of wrath to bring punishment on the wrongdoer. Therefore, it is necessary to submit to the authorities, not only because of possible punishment but also as a matter of conscience.

This is also why you pay taxes, for the authorities are God’s servants, who give their full time to governing. Give to everyone what you owe them: If you owe taxes, pay taxes; if revenue, then revenue; if respect, then respect; if honor, then honor.

If the authorities that exist have been established by God what possible right do we have to make cruel jokes about them or speak disrespectfully of them? In doing so, are we not mocking what God himself has ordained?

I would argue that these verses make it clear. We are to go on about our business, which (if we call ourselves Christian) is the business of loving our enemies and praying for those who persecute us.

While we’re on our knees, begging blessing upon those who have hurt us, we must consider one more bit of scripture:

I urge, then, first of all, that petitions, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for all people— for kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness. This is good, and pleases God our Savior, who wants all people to be saved and to come to a knowledge of the truth. (1 Timothy 2:1-4)

Check out that first line one more time (with a little emphasis).

“I urge, then, first of all, that petitions, prayers, intercession AND THANKSGIVING be made for ALL people–for kings and all those in authority…”

Not most of the people. Not the ones who agree with us. Not the ones who obviously follow Christ. PrayerChangesThings


All does not leave a lot of room for negotiation.

And before you work yourself up over the war on Christians or how some other culture will be the downfall of our fine American nation (which, I will remind you, was founded upon the destruction of other cultures), take a moment to consider the authors of the words above.

The men who told us to submit to authority and pray for the king are were living in a time when the authorities were nailing Christians to crosses and feeding them to the lions for entertainment. So cry a tear, if you must, over the fact that your boss requires you to say, “Happy Holy-days” instead of “Merry Christmas.” Then tuck your hanky back in your pocket, put on your big kid pants, and pray that God’s love and blessings may reign down upon that person.


*This is a total tangent so I tagged it on the end but, if you want some seriously interesting political discussion (Not argument. Discussion.) follow Anne Rice’s Facebook page. Ms. Rice, whose beliefs fall left of center, often asks her followers, many of whom are quite conservative, a political question and she moderates with a velvet-covered iron fist. People may question, debate, discuss and suggest but “haters” are immediately banned from the thread. It’s astonishing how interesting and informative a political discussion can be when no one is allowed to use the words, “stupid,” or “idiot.”

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A Prayer on September, 11 – May We Never Forget


Father God,

For the people in this nation, life changed fourteen years ago. Peace that we took for granted was stripped from us. People we loved and respected were suddenly gone. Where we had always perceived ourselves as strong, we suddenly felt weak and vulnerable and uncertain.

On that day we rallied. We showed the best of ourselves. So many of us fell before you and prayed. We prayed for the victims, for the rescuers, for those who lost loved ones and for the future. We checked on our neighbors and hugged our family a little tighter.

But then we let fear take over, though you have told us time and again to “fear not.”

We sought out vengeance, though you told us that such business was yours and not ours.

We decided that we could stop this from happening by stamping out a certain mindset. But how can we wage war against the thoughts of a man’s heart when only you know what those thoughts truly are?

In our thirst for justice without mercy we have hurt and killed the innocent.

Forgive us for our pride, our arrogance, and our failure to stand strong in faith, instead of being manipulated by the demons of fear.

Unite us again. Help us to, once again, comfort those who mourn, aid those who are hurting, and care for those who have suffered loss.

Help us to focus on loving our neighbor.

And our enemy.

Especially our enemy.

May we never forget that it was hatred and fear that provoked these attacks.

May we never forget how good it felt to join together in love.

May we never forget to pray every single day the way we prayed that day.

May we never forget to rejoice in the salvation of a single person the way we rejoiced when we saw just one person pulled from the rubble.

May we never forget that millions of people live in that kind of fear every day of their lives and it is our privilege and responsibility to help them through sharing our time, treasures, and talents, and surrounding them in prayer.

May we never forget that, even when things seem confusing and overwhelming, you are infinitely bigger than our biggest problem and your hand is always on us.

May we never forget that every human kingdom is temporary but the Kingdom Of God is eternal.

Let it be.


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We Bought The Farm – A Story Of Dreams Coming True


“If you were to examine our finances, peek at our credit and plan things out it’s really quite unattainable.  On the other hand, Handsome Hippie Hubby and I have never put much stock in the words, “that’s just not realistic.”  Things that are meant to be have a way of coming to pass.”

I wrote those words in August, 2013. I was talking about owning our own little homestead. (Read the original post.)

Today I am over-the-moon to share with you our big news.

We bought the farm!

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If you don’t believe in the power of thinking out your dreams and writing them down, speaking about them and praying, let me (since I’m a farmer now) plant a little seed.

I know not all of my readers are Christian, but I can’t share this story without including my faith. I hope that you will read it and be inspired and encouraged by it even if your beliefs aren’t exactly like mine.

The dream: “There is a sweet little house with a great big chimney and lots of wood and windows.”

The reality: The house is adorable! It was built around 1870 and has been very well cared for over the years. It’s been added to and expanded (indoor plumbing and all) and it does, indeed, have lots of wood and windows: Lovely, modern, tilt-in, multi-pane widows.  Anyone who has lived in a house with single pane windows from 1870 knows that is NOT the best part of a vintage home.

Sadly, the wood burning stove and chimney were removed years ago but maybe, in time, we can add them back in.

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The dream: “When you come in you can practically feel the love of the families that lived there before us. You can see their mark in the well-worn stair treads and the banisters polished from hundreds of little hands.”

The reality: This house has been owned, for the past 140 years or so, by a succession of people who are all members of the same family. They are the kindest, gentlest, most loving family you could ever hope to know. We feel as though we’ve not just bought a home but been adopted into this wonderful group of people who really and truly display the Love of Christ and everything good about being Christian in every moment of their lives.  They are the kind of people who truly and honestly love their enemies and give the coat off their back to one who needs it, without question or hesitation.

The dream: “…a room just for music stuff.”

The reality: Just part of a room. It’s a wonderful house but not very large. However, Sweet Hippie Daughter’s bedroom is much bigger than the average bedroom and one end is curtained off. She already has plans to turn it into a “stage” and keep all of her instruments there. Perfect!

No more need to practice in the noisy living room!

No more need to practice in the noisy living room!

The dream: “Not too far from the house there’s a barn with a corner set aside as work space for my random building projects.”

The reality: It’s just like that! With a work bench and pegboard all set up and waiting to be dusted off and put to use.

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The dream: “Around the edges of the property there are lots of trees, maybe even a full-blown “woods” and there is definitely some kind of water nearby.  If you listen closely you can hear the fish and frogs splashing.”

The reality: The yard is just under 2 acres and it’s almost an even split between gorgeous old-growth trees and lovely wide-open spaces. Directly across the street there is a river and, on the other side of the river, a woods.  A drainage ditch runs from our property, under the road, into the river: A ditch where fish and frogs were splashing the last time we were there.

She's already staked out her favorite climbing tree.

She’s already staked out her favorite climbing tree.


The dream: “There’s a dozen or so chickens in an especially fun coop, maybe a few goats and possibly a sheep.”

The reality: Our first six chicks have already been purchased and are being kept safe and warm for us until they’re ready to move into their coop.  Admittedly, their first coop is going to be a pretty generic “starter home” but we have all the time in the world to work up to “especially fun.”  Goats and sheep… maybe next spring. I think we have enough on our plate for now!

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A note about baby chicks: these may be the most entertaining creatures God has put on the earth. Who knew?! They are just about more cuteness and silliness than a person can bear!

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Extra bonus features of this house: It is outside the village limits, which means we get to have animals and we can put any size garden we please in any part of the yard. However, it is the FIRST house outside the village limits, which means our street gets plowed for us in the winter and we have BOTH city and well water. Hooray for options!

There is plenty of wide open space and fields but, the property that is adjacent to the back of our land is the school. That means that, basically in our back yard we have a football field and tennis courts, a track, several playgrounds and some excellent bike riding/skateboarding space for the kids.

Since we are close to town, Sweet Hippie Daughter will still be able to ride her bike to her best friend’s house.  Being isolated from other children was one of her biggest concerns about moving to the country. No such worries in this house!

Handsome Hippie Hubby has always wanted his own grape vines. We figured, wherever we go, we could just plant some but these are already mature!

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You may say that anyone can find a place that suits their dream if they look long enough. Perhaps. But I hope you’ll read this part…

Call it manifestation or whatever you like. I don’t get hung up on terms. I believe in God. I believe that He gave us all kinds of tools – from the strength of our minds and bodies to the vibrations of our words – to help us bring about the desires of our hearts.  With that in mind I call what happened nothing less than a miraculous answer to prayer.

We’ve lived in our current house for 3 1/2 years. It’s a nice little house inside the village limits. We’ve liked it very much but it was never “the dream.”

The house is owned by one of the churches in town.  Over the past several months they’ve been trying to decide what to do with the house. Renting has been OK for us and for them but it’s not their dream, either. Being a landlord can be costly at times. They are paying a property manager, taxes, maintenance, etc. Decisions have to be made by a council which can be tricky and time consuming. They have been considering various ways to use the house as a ministry instead of just a rental house. They didn’t want to chuck us out on our bums or raise our rent beyond our means, but still… they have been wanting to move forward.

We’ve been wanting to move forward, too. None of us have been quite sure what that was going to look like.

Several weeks ago they called us and told us that they would like to have some people come tour the house. These folks were from an agency that provides housing for homeless families in our county. We were assured that we weren’t being evicted or anything… the church council was just continuing to consider various options for the future.

Handsome Hippie Hubby and I talked about it. We knew we really weren’t in a financial position to call a realtor and buy a house in the traditional way.  “When it is time, when it is ours, it will come to us in a perfect way,” He reminded me.

Our prayers, together and individually, went something like this, “God, you know the desires of our hearts. Please lead us to exactly the right home. We don’t want to get in over our heads, so please let this work out in a perfect way that turns out to be a blessing to everyone involved.”

Stubborn mule that I am I started searching the classifieds and trolling the streets for, “For Sale By Owner” signs.  Of course, nothing came of any of that except some wasted gas.

The day after the inspectors came through our house I was working in the church kitchen with two other ladies. As we chopped fruit for an event we were hosting the next day we talked about this and that and the subject of houses came up. I told them that we felt it was getting close to time for us to move but we had no idea where to go.  “So, if you know of a house in the country, in our price range, that we can buy with our current resources just let me know,” I said, mostly joking.

“My daughter is selling the house you’re describing,” the one woman said. “In fact, I mentioned to my husband just last night that we should tell you folks about it because I know you’ve been wanting to move out of the village limits. She’s been renting it to a friend, but the friend moved out and she wants to sell it now.”

I smiled. That was nice. I’m sure it was a lovely home that we would never be able to get financing for.

Turns out God works His wonders in various ways and we’ll be closing on the sale any day now.  The daughter is out from under the vacant house she no longer wanted to deal with. The church is free to move forward with their plans and their ministry to the homeless. We have our little farm on terms we can afford.

One very happy Hippie family!

One very happy Hippie family!

Blessings upon blessings!

I can’t wait to share with you all of our adventures as we move forward into this new chapter of our lives!

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Theological Thursdays – Take 3 – The Curse of Parenthood


One of my most favorite stand up comedians in the whole world is Bill Cosby.  I’ve never heard him when he didn’t leave me laughing.  Here is a bit of his view of “Fatherhood:”

“After creating the heavens, the earth, the oceans, and the entire animal kingdom, God created Adam and Eve.  And the first thing he said to them was “Don’t.”  To the animals, he never said, “Don’t” – he hurled no negatives at the elephant – but to the brightest of his creatures, the ones who get into Yale, he said, “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”  Adam replied.

“Don’t eat the forbidden fruit.”

“Forbidden fruit?  Really?  Where is it?”

“It’s over there,” said God, wondering why he hadn’t stopped after making the elephants.

A few minutes later, God saw the kids having an apple break and he was angry.

“Didn’t I tell you not to eat that fruit?”  the First Parent said.

“Uh-huh,” Adam replied.

“Then why did you?”
“I don’t know,” Adam said.

“All right then, get out of here!  Go forth, become fruitful, and multiply!”

This was not a blessing but a curse!  God’s punishment was that Adam and Eve should have children of their own!

This is funny stuff!  And, little does Mr. Cosby know, but it literally changed my worldview.  No, I do not really think that having children is a curse.  But I think that God gave us the opportunity to raise children in order that we may better understand how He (or She, if you prefer) relates to us.

Most parents will quickly tell you that there is no greater love than that which a parent has for a child. It’s all-encompassing. It’s overwhelming.  It’s wonderful and horrible.  It’s the best feeling in the world and it hurts very much.  You want EVERYTHING for this little person (or big, as the years go by).  You want them to be strong and smart and healthy and kind.  And you do your best each day to provide them with the tools to do that, regardless of the cost to yourself.  Mom’s wearing patched up 10-year-old jeans?  Who cares?  Look how happy that new toy makes the baby!  Dad is exhausted from being on his feet at work all day?  No matter!  He’s as excited about working on that science project as Junior is.

And then your kids do the STUPIDEST things.  You GAVE HIM knee pads.  So, “Why?” You are asking yourself, “are we sitting in the emergency room getting his knee stitched back together?”

You told her not to leave her DSi on the front porch.  So, “Why?”  You are asking yourself, “is she mad at ME for not bringing it inside before it rained last night?”

You taught them, over and over and over again, that they need to keep their hands to themselves.  So, “Why?” You are asking yourself, “am I listening to the neighbor kid’s mother yell about my son hitting hers?”

I was in the car once and there was some morning talk show on that I don’t usually listen to.  During the broadcast a woman made a comment to this effect:  Parenthood is a constant contradiction.  You can be driving down the road and you look in the mirror and see your children, and your love for them is absolutely overwhelming.  It spills forth from your heart until you can barely contain it.  You have never loved anything so very much.  Ten minutes later you find yourself screaming, “I-SWEAR-TO-GOD-IF-YOU-DON’T-STOP-IT-RIGHT-NOW-I-WILL-PULL-OVER-AT-THE-NEXT-GAS-STATION-WE-COME-TO-AND-I-WILL-LEAVE-YOU-THERE-AND-I-WILL-NOT-COME-BACK-TO-GET-YOU.  EVER!”  And, at the time you are saying it, you actually mean it.

So, what does all that have to do with God?  Well… think of the Creator as a parent.  He gave life to these people.  He knows better than they do what is good and bad, right and wrong.  He’s been around a long time.  So he gives us guidelines: Do not commit adultery. Do not murder. Do not covet. Honor your mother and father.  Take a day off every so often.

Do we, the children, listen to that advice?  Of course not!  We run around, using our bodies for gratification apart from emotional commitment.  We kill one another – in random acts of violence, in war, out of convenience.  We want EVERYTHING.  And we want it RIGHT NOW! We fail to take time to attend to the serious business of enjoying life and the people in it.

And then we get sick and we have our feelings hurt and we lose loved ones and we lack satisfaction and contentment and then what do we do?

We get mad at God, of course.  WHY didn’t God hear my prayer?  WHY didn’t God save me from… whatever.

Well…. hmmm…..

Do you always save your children from every consequence?  Of course not!  Sometimes, the only way children are going to learn is by failing.  And often that failure is painful for them to endure and horrible for you to watch.  But you allow it. Not because you want them to hurt or because you don’t care that they are hurting, but because you love them.

It is important that we take a moment (or more) each day to consider the wisdom given to us from our Creator.  Read the scriptures. Pray. Meditate. Breathe.  Be in touch with the One who loves you in an all-encompassing, overwhelming, unending, limitless way.  Seek direction and guidance.  Ask for help, fixing the mistakes of the past and moving beyond them.  Give thanks for the future, and the promise that it holds.  And then hold what you learn close to your heart – in just the same manner that you hope your children will hold your words close to their hearts.

Oh – and one last thought:  Doesn’t it just make you INSANE when you do something special for your kids and they take it for granted?  Or worse… when they complain that it wasn’t special enough?  I bet God feels exactly that way far too frequently.  Don’t forget to be grateful.  Even on the worst of days there is much to be thankful for!

I’m curious. How has being a parent changed the way that you view the world?  How has your relationship with your creator changed the way that you parent?

Theological Thursdays, Take One: On Angels and Good Looking Vampires


I have had so much fun writing my little blog over the past few months!  I really haven’t stretched my creative muscles much at all since my school days, when I was forced to do it against my will.  It’s been great!  And it is exciting and humbling that there are folks out there who take time out of their day to read what I have written.  I’ll try to do good by you! Last week I was honored that Karen asked me to write on a specific topic: Angels.  Around the same time my friend, Judy, suggested that I write a daily devotional.  The only problem with that is the “lazy” part of me.  I’m not at all sure that I’m up to “daily.”  However… I do love to discuss (not argue about) all things spiritual in nature.  And hippies are all about the spirituality, right?  And so with that, I’m introducing:


I used alliteration.  Hehehe

Each Thursday I will ponder some topic related to religion/spirituality that is on my heart.  This week, just for Karen (though the rest of you are welcome to come along for the journey!), I’m going to write about angels.

This is a huge, massive, ginormous topic.  There are entire bookstores dedicated to the discussion of angels.  According to a 2004 Gallup Poll 78% of Americans believe in angles (up from 74% 10 years earlier).

Belief in angels is not limited to those of Christian faith.  Buddhists, Muslims, Islamics, Hindus, Zoroastrians, and many Pagans believe in the existence of some sort of spiritual helper/guide/messenger beings.

OK.  So, put all of that in a pot and let it simmer on a back burner in your mind for a moment.

If you’ve been with me for a while you know that I’m Christian.  I was raised in the Christian faith and I went to a Christian college where I studied (way too much?) theology.  I struggle a lot at times with the modern church.  But that’s a post for another Thursday.  Regardless, I still call myself a follower of Jesus.  So, when I discuss topics related to spirituality I am coming from that background.  I use a lot of Biblical reference because that’s what is most familiar to me and I think the Bible is full of Truth.

In the Christian faith, the word “Angel” comes from the Greek, “aggleos” which means messenger.  In fact, there is no exact count of how many times angels are referred to in the Bible because that word is used interchangeably as referring to non-human messengers of God and regular Joe’s with a note in their pocket and the distinction is not always perfectly clear.  And here is another thing about angels in the Bible… there aren’t really any stories, just about them.  J. Hampton Keathley, III, in his book “Angels, God’s Ministering Spirits,” says, “Every reference to angels (in the Bible) is incidental to some other topic.”  For example, the angel, Gabriel, is mentioned in story of the virgin, Mary.  But we don’t get any stories where Gabriel takes center stage as the main character.  Further, there are some places in the Bible, such as Isaiah, chapter 14 that are interpreted by modern scholars as multi-layered.  That particular passage is clearly, obviously talking about a human king that grew too big for his britches, at it were.  But those who have studied the original languages and so forth say that it is ALSO clearly, obviously talking about the fall of Lucifer from chief among the angels of God to leader of the demons.  So, even in a single church, of a single denomination, within a single religion, you won’t find 100% agreement on everything about angels.  In fact, even in the Hippie household you won’t find agreement.  Handsome Hippie Hubby and I have debated about the origin of angelic beings several times without ever finding middle ground.

All right, bring your pot back to a boil and let’s move on.

So you have all these different people from different cultures, worshipping in different religious traditions.  And they disagree on many important points of theology.  But they all agree there are some sort of spirit-beings that act as messengers, helpers, protectors, guides, intercessors, etc.   Add to that cultural stories… fairy tales and such… about, well… fairies. Those stories are full of spirits, trolls, dragons, giants, vampires, ghosts, shape shifters and more.

So, here is what my oddly wired brain has done with all that (this is where my very conservative protestant pastor puts his head in his hands and sighs loudly in regard to my theology):

I believe that every wide-spread “myth” has some seed of truth in it.  For example, there are references to some sort of vampiric creatures in nearly


every culture in the world.  Do I think that  families of vampires like the impossibly attractive Cullens are living amongst us?  Well… a girl can hope.  Hahaha.  Just kidding.  No.  I don’t think they probably are.  But I think there must be something in our racial past that gives us all a similar memory of sorts.

The very oldest part of the Bible (the part that was written thousands of years ago and that was based on what was, even at that time, considered an ancient oral tradition) has a single, vague, reference to such things. Genesis chapter 6 says, “The Nephilim were on the earth in those days, and also afterward, when the sons of God came in to the daughters of man and they bore children to them. These were the mighty men who were of old, the men of renown.”

Christians debate this verse half to death.  Feel free to Google, “Nephilim” and read all 6,300,000 interpretations.  I’m not going to get into all that.

But I read something on “Yahoo Answers” the other day.  Someone asked if it’s possible that fairies and angels are the same thing.  Most of the answers were along the lines of, “Your a stoopid idiut.”  (I’ve noticed that the people who answer like this tend toward poor spelling and grammer).  But I’m not so sure it isn’t a valid question.  Doesn’t Genesis 6 leave open all sorts of room for the existence of creatures beyond humans?  I agree with Shakespeare:  There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.  I think it is a mistake to assume that we mere mortals understand exactly what angels are or what they have done or are capable of doing.

However, I think that, if you read the Bible and/or other religious texts (or even cultural history, if you’re a person that resists organized religion)  a few things are clear:

  • They are not human.  Perhaps they were at one point (I tend to think not) but they are not human now.
  • They are spirit beings, not physical beings.  But they are able to take physical form.
  • They are not all exactly the same.  There is more than one kind of angel.  Different angels may have different appearances, abilities, or desires.
  • They are not all good.  Demons are angels too.
  • They are more powerful and more knowledgeable than humans, though not omnipotent or omniscient. They may be “gods” but they are not THE God.
  • They interact with people frequently in a wide variety of ways.
  • They are outside of time and space as we understand it.

Within those parameters I think that it is entirely possible, even likely, that angels can be sent as guides to help teach or lead us, as messengers, comforters, helpers, protectors, and teachers – especially if we ask God to send them.  He does so at least 273 times in the Bible!  I believe I have experienced this personally and so do millions and millions of other people.

I think that angels are among us more often than we realize. Sort of like the Cullens.  But less romantically inclined.  And probably not as pretty.  Because, sheesh!  Those are some pretty people.

I also think that it is a mistake to worship angels.  Fear them?  Respect them?  Act with honor toward them?  Sure.  But don’t worship them.  Worship God, who is above them and created them.

And I think that it is important to be careful.  Angels can be tricky and deceitful and… well… evil.  In case this very long post isn’t quite long enough for you, go here, and see my thoughts on trying to control things of the spirit world.

And so, there it is: Theological Thursday, Take One.

What do YOU think about angels?  I’d love to hear!  I think that the best way to grow and learn is through discussion and I’m certain that some of you are more knowledgeable than I will ever be.