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Topic: MAIL (02/18/16)
- TITLE: Love Letters
By Katy Curry
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As time is measured from the beginning, I was born in 5709. The years have offered blessing after blessing and more often than not I would turn those blessings down; not because I did not want them, but because I did not recognize them for what they were.
My husband often says he can buy me books and buy me books but somehow I never learn and when I finally understand it is usually too late. The world and its ways are so often a mystery to me. Why? Is it a childish innocence or a lack of wisdom?
I must confess that it is a lack of wisdom. My father tried so hard to teach me as did my mother. I think I was more like my mother in personality. I think she did not understand the world and its ways either.
If only I had read the right things rather than all those dime store novels, but even then, would I have listened? Would I have recognized that the words on the page were meant, not for someone in another time or place, but for me?
I have spent most of my life rambling around somewhat like a ball in a pinball machine bumping into this light and that bar sometimes lighting up for doing something right most often missing the mark and going down the chute. About forty years ago, I learned more about God than I ever knew before. I learned that it was more than going to Mass or confession, and saying three Our Fathers and three Hail Mary’s.
In my late 20s I learned there was a way to talk to God not through a priest, or ritual novenas or rosaries, not through pre-written or memorized prayers, but to actually talk to Him. My first question was; why would He want to talk to or listen to me?
It took a long time to truly understand the depth of God’s love. I didn’t love myself enough to understand that anyone else could love me. Then after my children were grown and I was no longer working I began to explore how God has talked to me and why He would. I began to explore love letters from Jesus Christ. This was the mail that meant more to me than email on my computer, a letter in the
mailbox, or mail I get my cell phone. The more I read the love letters from Christ the more I realized how He sees me, and what an insult that is for me to deny my own worth.
So I could say “This is my story, This Is my song;” for I suppose I do have a story and a song, but is it really all that different from anyone else’s? I felt unloved and unlovable. Through B-Mail (Bible Mail) I discovered I am loved and through Christ I am worthy of that love.
So my name is Zakah, it means that I have been made innocent and pure through the blood of Jesus Christ; really it just means innocent, but I cannot claim that innocence except through the blood of my Lord and Savior.
The mail that I claim most important are His precious words in the Bible for they are His love letters, His mail to us; delivered not to our computer, not to our snail mailbox, but to the mailbox in our hearts and souls.
I am not innocent but through His Sacrifice and His blood. There is none other who wrote the Bible but Jesus Christ. Consider all of his names, they all say Lord. The entire Bible is a love letter from Jesus Christ to us. I pray this blesses you and brings you to a closer realization of our Lord and Savior’s love.
My name is Kathleen which means pure, innocent and I was born in 1948. My name of realization is Zakah because I am finally realizing my worth in Christ, Jesus. Tell me, what is your name in Christ?
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