What I believe

I believe in God, my Father, my Almighty, the Ancient of Days. I believe in Genesis 1:1. I believe that everything is possible with Him through Him. I believe He has marked me as His. I believe that all my sins melted off with the grace of forgiveness when I was baptized as an adult. I believe my life began anew that day as the sins of my past were washed away.

I believe in Jesus Christ the only son of the Father. I believe Jesus left the majesty and glory of Heaven to suffer the indignity of humanness. I believe Jesus suffered for my sins and through his death I am forgiven. I believe that Jesus conquered death and evil by rising from the dead. I believe the Shroud of Turin is real.

I believe in the Holy Spirit, my guide, God who dwells within me, who gives me strength and now leads and teaches me.

I believe in forgiveness of sins, that all life is precious regardless of quality, intellect, age or wholeness. I believe that everyone and everything has a divine purpose, I believe in the sanctity of life at any age. I believe that God condemns those who take advantage of the poor. I believe that I cannot divorce my religion from my relationships. I believe true religion should result in righteous acts. I believe that God requires not only personal righteousness but also social responsibility. I believe in anonymous acts.

I believe that the Bible is true and God breathed, II Timothy 3:16. I believe that God will come again to judge all mankind. I believe in salvation, forgiveness of sins and life ever lasting.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

In Rememberance of a Sweet Lady Dear Elsie

When I was a little girl, my parents had two friends that I adored. As a family we would go to Elsie and Eddie's house for visits. It was a grand house as grand as anything I had ever been exposed to. The first house that I remember which had a "Formal" living room. The furnishings were elegant, tasteful and refined. Something out of the movies, her house could have been given a spread in Southern Living.

My parents loved them and they likewise loved mom and daddy. Never to have children, why I don't know mom and daddy gave Elsie an Eddie the choice of selecting my name. I'm not sure why or where they came up with Christy; but the middle name of Lee was Eddie's. Maybe that was the start of the strong bond I have always felt for them. Elsie told the story of when in my infancy I was croupy, fussy, she and Eddie would come over after dinner and take me for long rides around town. Yes I was one of those children who was chauffered around town in the days before car seats to be soothed. Why did Elsie and Eddie do it? So simple really, they had the car!

When we went for visit on Saturday evening, the visit would always end with a grand finale and that would be Elsie giving an organ recital and the last song played would be daddy's favorite at full volume, The Battle Hymn of the Republic; played loud enough to shake the pictures on the walls, wake the dead and convert the sinners : )

I remember getting to go for extended visits in the summer and spend time with Elsie's mother Mrs. Shad. Mrs. Shad was one of the lovely southern ladies who had a wonderful scent that was inherently hers, lilacs and gardenias. A tiny little woman who I can still see in my minds eye teaching me to add spoonfuls of batter to muffin cups a little at a time, "because you see it is so much easier to add a little rather than take some out" . It's funny there is not a time when I make muffins or bake that I don't hear her voice.

When I moved back to Louisville in 2007 Elsie and I would chat on the phone, I particularly remember one evening when she lectured me strongly not to be like her. I can hear her voice as if it were still echoing in the walls, don't live in the past, it's true your husband died and I am sorry and I know you miss him, but Christy Lee do not live the rest of your life alone, this was the only time she ever spoke sternly to me. She knew what she was talking about, Eddie left this life in the early part of the '70's. Elsie never married and only in last 10 years did she have a suitor. I promised her I would not cordon off my heart and I would live life fully.

Why am I remembering all of this? My dear Elsie died this past November and for many reasons that I can't begin to explain I only found out today. My heart is breaking that I was not able to pay my respects for my dear sweet friend. I am grieving, ashamed and embarrassed that I did not call more often to check up her. Or that I did not ask her to post my name and number somewhere so someone could call me in the event that she needed me.

I know that where she is she has forgiven me, I pray in time I can forgive myself.

Please please people if you have elderly in your life that you love, find a way for events in their lives to be passed along to you.

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