1. Continual salvation.
2. Theology of suffering.
3. Saving us vs. saving me.
4. Where the buck stops (the Vatican).
5. Pressing on to the high calling (Good Works).
6. A great cloud of witnesses (Saints).
7. Mary, my loving Mother.
8. Sin, I'm accountable.
9. Dipped or Dunked?
10. Loving my incarnation.
I am in the process of converting to the Catholic Church. What was supposed to be a stop gap measure en route to another Protestant membership has forever changed my life. I am wayyyy out of my comfort zone. Thanks be to God.
I never thought about the Reformation. Luther and all those questions were not a part of my early religious training. I was not aquainted with Reformation Protestantism let alone the Church it was hell bent on protesting and reforming. I heard the Nicene Creed first when I was in my thirties. I was ignorant. I remained ignorant in spite of my involvement in several mainline denominations, and study for a masters degree in medieval religious history. I was raised to be a Pentecostal Fundamentalist. This non-traditional understanding of God's love for us has had a death like grip on me. Or more truthfully I have had a death like grip on it. Just now at 55 am I able to loosen my hold on what at best was a lot of nonsense and at worst, wrong. What I was taught as a child did not contain the whole Truth. But I believed it hook, line and sinker. Why, and why did it take me so long to come to Truth? God only knows. I make the last statement in faith.
This blog is evolving as am I. I will now be writing more about my faith journey than my physical journey. I will begin by writing posts about the differences I see between my quasi Protestant understanding of God and my dawning Catholic understanding of God. I expect to see my expanded faith with more clarity at time goes on. I am currently seeing through a glass darkly but things are lightening up daily.
Okay enough for now. Love Bea
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Differences
1. Continual salvation.
2. Theology of suffering.
3. Saving us vs. saving me.
4. Where the buck stops (the Vatican).
5. Pressing on to the high calling (Good Works).
6. A great cloud of witnesses (Saints).
7. Mary, my loving Mother.
8. Sin, I'm accountable.
9. Dipped or Dunked?
10. Loving my incarnation.
I am in the process of converting to the Catholic Church. What was supposed to be a stop gap measure en route to another Protestant membership has forever changed my life. I am wayyyy out of my comfort zone. Thanks be to God.
I never thought about the Reformation. Luther and all those questions were not a part of my early religious training. I was not acquainted with Reformation Protestantism let alone the Church it was hell bent on protesting and reforming. I heard the Nicene Creed first when I was in my thirties. I was ignorant. I remained ignorant in spite of my involvement in several mainline denominations, and study for a masters degree in medieval religious history. I was raised to be a Pentecostal Fundamentalist. This non-traditional understanding of God's love for us has had a death like grip on me. Or more truthfully I have had a death like grip on it. Just now at 55 am I able to loosen my hold on what at best was a lot of nonsense and at worst, wrong. What I was taught as a child did not contain the whole Truth. But I believed it hook, line and sinker. Why, and why did it take me so long to come to Truth? God only knows. I make the last statement in faith.
This blog is evolving as am I. I will now be writing more about my faith journey than my physical journey. I will begin by writing posts about the differences I see between my quasi Protestant understanding of God and my dawning Catholic understanding of God. I expect to see my expanded faith with more clarity at time goes on. I am currently seeing through a glass darkly but things are lightening up daily.
Okay enough for now. Love Bea
2. Theology of suffering.
3. Saving us vs. saving me.
4. Where the buck stops (the Vatican).
5. Pressing on to the high calling (Good Works).
6. A great cloud of witnesses (Saints).
7. Mary, my loving Mother.
8. Sin, I'm accountable.
9. Dipped or Dunked?
10. Loving my incarnation.
I am in the process of converting to the Catholic Church. What was supposed to be a stop gap measure en route to another Protestant membership has forever changed my life. I am wayyyy out of my comfort zone. Thanks be to God.
I never thought about the Reformation. Luther and all those questions were not a part of my early religious training. I was not acquainted with Reformation Protestantism let alone the Church it was hell bent on protesting and reforming. I heard the Nicene Creed first when I was in my thirties. I was ignorant. I remained ignorant in spite of my involvement in several mainline denominations, and study for a masters degree in medieval religious history. I was raised to be a Pentecostal Fundamentalist. This non-traditional understanding of God's love for us has had a death like grip on me. Or more truthfully I have had a death like grip on it. Just now at 55 am I able to loosen my hold on what at best was a lot of nonsense and at worst, wrong. What I was taught as a child did not contain the whole Truth. But I believed it hook, line and sinker. Why, and why did it take me so long to come to Truth? God only knows. I make the last statement in faith.
This blog is evolving as am I. I will now be writing more about my faith journey than my physical journey. I will begin by writing posts about the differences I see between my quasi Protestant understanding of God and my dawning Catholic understanding of God. I expect to see my expanded faith with more clarity at time goes on. I am currently seeing through a glass darkly but things are lightening up daily.
Okay enough for now. Love Bea
Friday, May 4, 2012
Calories
I have been out of touch for a month. Vickie in that time you went private. If you are still checking in here I DO WANT TO READ YOUR BLOG. Helen has my email address. Please send me the password or whatever I need to get to the blog.
Much is changing in my life. I will be confirmed on Pentecost. I will be a Catholic. I am being given a new way to look at life and myself. Many scales have dropped from my eyes. The combination of counseling and RCIA classes have given me new lenses. I am grateful.
Again I learn the lesson of calories. I bought a couple of books touting the benefits of low glycemic carbs and weight loss. As I dearly wanted to hang on to bread, pasta and cookies I put the diet plan into action. I also decided to count calories again. I want to weigh 150 lbs. so I ate 1500 calories a day, including many low glycemic carbs. The outcome will not shock anyone. I gained weight.
My body wants protein, dairy, veg and fruit with small amounts of whole grains, legumes and potatoes thrown in for good measure. Sugar and flour in any amounts stall weight loss, pack on the pounds, and make me feel sick. I am very sad about this seeming life time sentence of deprivation.
But...I have a choice to look at my body type through new lenses. Some people have blue eyes and some have brown. Some people can well utilize carbs and some can't. I am a can't. It is genetic. I can tilt at windmills or accept the obvious. I accept the obvious. I am learning about "offering up" my trials and tribulations. I am offering up my sorrow at not being able to tolerate carbs. I am also anticipating joy in learning to practise mortification with my habit of overeating.
Okay all for now. Take care. Bea
Much is changing in my life. I will be confirmed on Pentecost. I will be a Catholic. I am being given a new way to look at life and myself. Many scales have dropped from my eyes. The combination of counseling and RCIA classes have given me new lenses. I am grateful.
Again I learn the lesson of calories. I bought a couple of books touting the benefits of low glycemic carbs and weight loss. As I dearly wanted to hang on to bread, pasta and cookies I put the diet plan into action. I also decided to count calories again. I want to weigh 150 lbs. so I ate 1500 calories a day, including many low glycemic carbs. The outcome will not shock anyone. I gained weight.
My body wants protein, dairy, veg and fruit with small amounts of whole grains, legumes and potatoes thrown in for good measure. Sugar and flour in any amounts stall weight loss, pack on the pounds, and make me feel sick. I am very sad about this seeming life time sentence of deprivation.
But...I have a choice to look at my body type through new lenses. Some people have blue eyes and some have brown. Some people can well utilize carbs and some can't. I am a can't. It is genetic. I can tilt at windmills or accept the obvious. I accept the obvious. I am learning about "offering up" my trials and tribulations. I am offering up my sorrow at not being able to tolerate carbs. I am also anticipating joy in learning to practise mortification with my habit of overeating.
Okay all for now. Take care. Bea
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