The Life of Glory

When I was in college, I was obsessed with Deuteronomy 30:11. "For this command which I am commanding you today, it is not too hard for you , nor is it far off." As I've mentioned before, I was studying theology in college and struggling with mental and physical illness. All my studying kept bringing me back to the question that was defining me at the time, "what's the point in living?" and I kept reverting back to suicide.  This verse was my lifeline.  Christian theology was telling me that the Old Testament laws were too hard to obey and that is why Jesus came. But, as a perfectionist, "too hard" is too much for me to bear. However, these words told me that it was , in fact, possible to please/obey and therefore, love God. When I finally found YHWH in the Torah, He led me to a simple and beautiful beginning.  Biblical Festivals/Shabbats and the dietary laws. Nothing complicated. Just weekly rest, 7 festivals, and changin

Christian theology emphasizes our fallen world and fallen humanity right and left. Jesus came to be the "2nd Adam" because the first Adam condemned us all to be slaves to sin (no matter how hard we fight it).  I have a big problem with this teaching. The aim is to point everyone to their need for salvation and make what is holy fundamentally necessary in our lives (i.e., to point us to Christ). However, the reality is that it teaches us to look down on our planet, ourselves, and those around us as fallen or ruined until Christ comes again. Salvation is supposed to be what sets us free from this slavery to sin and death. However, Christianity never gave me freedom from sin. It merely gave me freedom to confess my sins and gave me forgiveness . Sure, that perfect, utopian, absolute freedom from sin happens when you die or Jesus returns, but what about now? I'll be honest, as a kid, it made me hate myself, and want to kill myself. I'm talking 1

I was washing my hands in the bathroom, coughing through my sore throat and cold. But when I grabbed for the hand towel, I went down . I felt my muscles weaken and get heavy underneath me as the world started floating around me. I fell hard on my knees and before I could steady myself, my shoulder slammed into the ground and my head followed suit. All I could do was cry. Alone. Unable to call for help. Unable to get up for who knows how long. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. 20 minutes. I didn't have a clock or a phone. When I got back to our tiny house, tears rushing down my face and new bruises forming, I didn't have the strength to open our finicky door.   This is life with Porphyria/NES. But when it's done, it's done.  I am not sharing this so you feel sorry for me. I am sharing this because within it is my greatest comfort. There really is a time for everything and none  of it is bad . People shy away from you when you're suffering because let's