Let's Celebrate, It's All Right!

I am watching MSNBC this morning, and me not being Catholic I forgot that The Pope would be the main topic as he spoke at Mass. So I'm stuck watching the 'worship' of the Pope.


I don't get it. I honestly don't. Protestant and Catholic Christians alike are falling all over this man like he's Christ. Believing if they just touch his cloak their lives will be all the better.

I hate to break it to you, folks, but he's not Christ, and he ain't Holy. There is none but ONE who is, and He hasn't come back yet. He might be leader of a big group of churches but he is not THE Church. The Church is the BODY of BELIEVERS IN CHRIST, not the Pope. The Pope cannot redeem you or save you or forgive you - only God through Christ can. It's CHRIST'S blood that was on that cross, not Pope Benedict, or John Paul or Mother Teresa.

The Virgin Mary did not stay a virgin, either. She had other children apart from Christ and they weren't all miracles. Joseph was the true father of the other children, not the 'adoptive father'. She also is not a deity and she's not God, so she is NOT a window to forgiveness. Praying to her to be your messanger is futile. We get to God through ONE PERSON, and that is Jesus Christ.

Jesus had to die for his mother, too, lest we forget. He died for the Pope, btw, just in case you didn't know.

The Pope is just as much a sinful being as you and me. He cannot save you, he cannot be Holy (that doesn't happen until he gets his new body in Heaven), he cannot do anything but bring God's word to the people. Don't kid yourself into thinking otherwise.

When religious tradition gets in the way of the relationship with Christ, something is truly wrong.

I woke up crying and clinging to my pillows this morning because of a horrifying and very real feeling dream.

It started out where I was back in Kenai at the church in teh fellowship hall, we were having an end of summer potluck and everyone was there. We were laughing and carrying on and having a great time.

I almost want to think it was like the potluck that we had as a send off to the Nichols it was just that much fun - but without the lingering sadness.

The whole thing was going well and then the fellowship hall's kitchen phone rings and it's for my mom. She's talking on the phone and then a friend of the family comes up to me and tells me that my dad is dead. Just like that. It was a compassionate telling and all but it was just one of those things that was shocking.

My subconcious told me he was supposed to be out hunting, apparently in this dream there was a hunting accident and there was nothing anyone could do for dad. Why he was out there during a big church event who knows.

I remember running to my mom and screaming no no nononono! and my biggest thing was that I wasn't going to have a father daughter dance, and that I needed my daddy and all of that. Duane wasn't in the dream at all, which is weird, normally he's in everything, so maybe he was with dad? lol.

Anyway mom tried to comfort me and I pushed her away and went running down the hall to the youth room. Well, really Miss Chris' sunday school room (the way it was before dad knocked down the wall lol) and Pastor Robin was there and he was doing something on his cell phone/black berry (I don't think he even has one of those but whatever) and I just stood there staring at him. He looked up and said something like "I know" and I just ran over and fell into his arms and started crying

that's when I forced myself awake and I was bawling in my pillows. Yuka looked at me like I was nuts.



Fastforward to this evening and Judy's all ticked off at me because I want to call and just talk to dad, but apparently she thinks I'd only be worried had it been DAD. If it were MOM I wouldn't be wanting to call home. Um, yeah, well I've never had a dream like this before and I probably would want to hear her voice if the roles had been switched.

But yeah she SCREAMED at me and basically I went running into my room and that's where I'm staying the rest of the night. I don't get why being a daddy's girl ticks her off so much. Just because I'm his girl it doesn't mean I wouldn't find a dream like this about my mom just as traumatic!

UGH!

so yeah I'm a ball of emotions tonight. and no I didn't eat anything weird.