Recently, while our girls were at camp, my husband and I had the opportunity to take a trip to Savannah, Georgia (pictured above) - a short respite from the daily grind and a clearing of the mind before the start of a new homeschooling year. While there, a family member, awakened by none other than the Holy Spirit itself, felt compelled to share her prayers and deep concerns regarding our family with us...in the middle of the night...via a text message. Yes, the Holy Spirit moves in mysterious ways. I really wish the Holy Spirit could have at least waited until we got back home, but instead a little shadow followed us for the remainder of our trip.
The biggest concern that this person had was the lack of Christian spiritual leadership in our home and its effect on our children. Despite our girls being nurtured and loved beyond comparison in a peaceful and stable home, this reality will never be enough. No matter what we do, the respect will never be there. I mean, how can a family truly thrive without Jesus? You know, I really don't care if this person respects me or my husband. I don't care how many nights of sleep she loses worrying about our family of heathens. I don't care if her "Holy Spirit" wakes her up every night until the cows come home. However, when my sleep is disrupted as a result of her delusion, I care. When her personal burden suddenly becomes my burden while I'm on vacation, I care.
So, what happened? Well, she eventually admitted that she probably shouldn't have sent the text message. Wait. What does that mean? Does that mean that the Holy Spirit made a mistake, considering that it prompted her to send the message in the first place? Had she been grounded in reality and not guided by her religion-driven delusions, this would literally have been a nonevent. But that's the problem with that ol' rascal of a Holy Spirit. You never know what it's going to tell you to do; and the receiver of the Holy Spirit isn't the only one who pays the price, being forced to say Yeah, maybe I shouldn't have done that. No, the consequences reach far and wide, relationships permanently damaged or completely destroyed. Even church congregations are torn apart by the leading of the Holy Spirit. Imagine that. No, my Holy Spirit is right! No, mine is!
In all honesty, I really just want to move on with my life, without Christianity. I've told my husband multiple times that when I finish my book review (a book that I am so tired of looking at), I'll be done with it, having said all that I care to say about a religion that's caused my family much heartache. The problem is that Christianity has it tendrils so tightly wound around every aspect of our lives, escape is virtually impossible. And just when you think you might catch a break, a concerned family member comes along to steal, kill, and destroy your peace. I'm over it. Christians, if you will please keep your holy spirit to yourself, then we'll get along just fine.