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Raising Children Without Church: new book

Introduction to my newly released book: Raising Children Without Church: Finding God in Everyday Activities.

Raising Children Without Church introduces children to God through everyday activities. It’s not a pushback on religion or a push-forward to raise trendy spiritual kids. It simply accepts faith and meaning as alive and everywhere, unconfined to physical places of worship or churchy systems.

Raising Children Without Church uses information you have, or can easily get online, and translates it on the side of God. It addresses the individual and social needs of children affected by stresses that come with the demands of relationships, work, nature, technology, and yes, religions of the world.

This book faces the fact that religion formed the past, influences the present, and will reach far into the future. We can deal with faith rationally and for the benefit of family. To get the most out of reading Raising Children Without Church, it may help to see religion as a method, used like other methods to discover and understand, such as the methods of science, art, mountaineering, and parenting. Who hasn’t learned from a child?

Raising Children Without Church focuses on skills that nurture and build reputable individuals and lifestyles. I didn’t invent these skills. They’ve been tested and modified for millennia and produce transcending results even when up against damaging forces.

Forces aren’t meant to dominate or scare us. They do, however, require a fight or at least an effort on our part to translate the forces to the side of divine purpose.

Topics covered in this book:

  • Eating together
  • Music
  • School
  • Gardening (you don’t need land)
  • Pets
  • Art
  • Walks
  • Bible ABCs
  • What about God?

Raising Children Without Church carries the language of Christianity because that is my background. Don’t make it a big deal. You can adapt my words to fit your needs; for example, the word God can be replaced with Good, Truth, or Love.

Exploration takes time, just as it takes time to read this book. And because your time is valuable, I wrote concisely. When reading, highlight parts that speak to you and write your own thoughts on the pages. Cherish and grow meaningful thoughts right along with the children and family.

Cheryl

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Making spiritual power my own

My friend showed me her new car. I was happy for her. She needed a reliable car. It was her car and my happiness.

As for my car, I loaned it to another friend. He was happy I loaned my car to him. To express his gratitude, he cleaned my car. I was happy to loan my car to him.  I was also happy to make the clean car my own. He eventually got his own car and happiness was our own again.

When can we make something our own? What happens when we make a thing or a mental power our own?

We can make something else our own when we work for and earn it. As for a mental power, we can make it our own anytime. And yes, we can tell the difference between what to make our own and what not to. We don’t try to make someone else’s car our own.

But we can discover and make God-given mental power our own. If we don’t, we’re only being happy for or admiring other people for having the power.

Whereas God gave us all the ability to discover spiritual power and make it our own. Spiritual principles are ours. For example, in the 19th century, Mary Baker Eddy explained a spiritual principle, Christian Science, in her book, Science and Health. Christian Science is a thought process that starts and ends with God and healing. Part of making Christian Science my  own was to discover the principle and practice it in everyday life. If I didn’t make it my own, but just admired Eddy, everything got weird. Christian Science got misunderstood and lost. So, to beat the weirdness, I kept discovering and making spirit my own.

When I revised Mary Baker Eddy’s Science and Health, I didn’t make her book my own, I discovered and made Christian Science (a spiritual power) my own.

“Mentally and silently plead the case scientifically for Truth. You may adapt the reasoning to meet the peculiar or general symptoms of the case you treat, but be thoroughly persuaded in your own mind concerning the truth which you think or speak, and you will be the winner.”—21st Century Science and Health

The Greatest Showman

The film, The Greatest Showman (2017) entertained me immensely last night. It was clean. It had dancing, singing, and a story-line that doesn’t match history.

The protagonist is Phineas Taylor Barnum, most familiar to me as the guy who operated P. T. Barnum’s Grand traveling museum and circus in the 19th century.

I remind myself, most movies aren’t real and writers and actors are paid to entertain. It’s curious to me however that fiction can generate real feelings and emotions when I’m watching productions. And The Greatest Showman brought out feelings of good-will, dignity, spirit, and faithfulness.

In the movie, Barnum comes out as a man who celebrated the diversity of humanity. Maybe so in real life, but I don’t know. History has it that Barnum started his gigs after buying the right to rent an aged black slave. He told his audiences she was the 161-year-old former nurse of George Washington.

I have no idea how many people believed the tale, but human mind is pretty good at believing what it wants.

Thankfully, we have divine mind and a spiritual consciousness to decipher reality.

Quoting, from science & religion to God:

“The ideas of Mind are real and tangible to spiritual consciousness. Mind’s ideas have the advantage of being real and good, whereas objects and thoughts of physical sense are contradictory and not absolute.

“There is no life, truth, intelligence, nor substance in matter. All is infinite Mind and its infinite manifestation, for God is All-in-all. Spirit is immortal Truth, matter is mortal error. Spirit is the real and eternal, matter is the unreal and temporal. Spirit is God, and person is God’s image and likeness. Therefore, person is not material, but spiritual.”

 

Writing conference, part three

At the Writing for Your Life conference in Raleigh, North Carolina, I attended a workshop led by Jeff Chu, author of  ”Does Jesus Really Love Me? A Gay Christian’s Pilgrimage in Search of God in America” It was top notch. An excellent speaker, Chu was honest and humble and helpful. He strove to take away fears that come with writing and to instill hope.

By this time, we attendees started opening up and getting acquainted with one another during “free time.” I discovered that although most of the attendees were pastors or preachers, they did not carry dogmatic attitudes. It was supremely refreshing. They left behind ministries and churches focused only on the opinions of leaders and outdated concepts and practices. They were willing to face their fears to learn how to write and join the conversations today meant to embrace diversity and unite and heal, rather than convert and make a homogenous society of believers, who ultimately portray an us versus them.

There was no us versus them at this conference, that I noticed. We didn’t use our differences as a means for demanding better treatment. The diversity was appreciated and combined to show a big bright picture of an infinite good God.

I barely could get to sleep that night. I was exhausted and riveted at the same time. Sleep finally came about 9 p.m. I woke at 12:45.

A.M.

12:45 a.m., awake and compliant to get out of bed and start driving home.

Nighttime traffic was much easier than daytime traffic.

Five hours later, I was driving out of Washington D.C. and could see on the other side of the highway lane incoming traffic. I’d just missed morning rush hour.

I made it home just before noon. Dog-tired but delighted to see and hug my cats. Worn but calmed to see my chickens. Drained but filled with the desire to keep living that which has no end, creativity and the sense of belonging to an expanding and generous mind.

Writing Conference, second part

First part.

Second part:

Arriving early in Raleigh, North Carolina, for the Writing for Your Life conference, I drove to St. Mark’s Methodist Church, host to the Writing for Your Life conference. The hotel where I was staying let me check in early.

The conference started with an amenable worship service. There were about 140 of us attendees. Then Barbara Brown Taylor spoke, giving us tips on writing based on Imagination, using the imagination to say what the reader wants to say, using body language to transcend the body.

Now, I never heard of Barbara Brown Taylor, but other people had. The woman sitting next to me shed tears after she got to meet Taylor personally. I asked the woman if she wanted me to take a picture of her with Taylor. Yes, she did. I took the photo with her phone and then thanked Taylor for her advice on writing. She really was a good speaker and teacher.

Workshops were attended during the day. I learned what I’ve been doing wrong. Ha, lots.

But, that night, I lay awake figuring out how to fix my mistake, or oversight is a better word.

Apparently, the title, subtitle, and back page are SUPER important. Well, on my memoir I don’t have a subtitle at all. Easy fix. I’d do it as soon as I got home. I slept a few hours.

The next morning Taylor spoke again but on provocation. The importance of provoking yourself as a writer to venture into new ideas. Take risks with creativity, work hard, and respect the “incubation” period. Sit on an idea and let it grow, before the illumination and translation processes.

More in a few days.

Trilogy on a writing conference

If you want to attend a writers’ conference, I recommend “Writing for your life.” It is Christian based, but the leaders aren’t preachy. In fact, they tell attendees, “don’t be preachy in your writing.”

I just returned from the Writing for Your Life conference in Raleigh, North Carolina.

Before leaving for the conference, I mapped my route from home to Raleigh and figured it would take me about 11 hours to drive. The big decision was whether to drive it in one day, or two days.

I chose the two-day plan, to decrease the chances of me showing up at the conference feeling dazed and wiped out.

The first day, I made it to Fredericksburg, Virginia and stopped at a Tourist Center.

“Hi, can you tell me about the Monopony Indian Reservation?” I asked the staff.

Silence on his part, embarrassment on my part. I was weary and only could remember the term Monopony. I’d looked it up before leaving because I knew I’d have extra time and I wanted to visit an Indian Museum or reservation instead of visit a Civil War Battlefield or Colonial Museum.

When studying religion, I realized the world lacks written material on the spiritual practices of Native-Americans, a population traced back 15,000 years. So far.

I dare to say that Indian spirituality transcends my Bible backed spirituality, despite my conviction of not pinning the Bible stories to a timeline. I don’t believe Adam and Eve were the first human beings on the planet Earth about 6,000 years ago, or whenever.

Mattaponi river sunriseAnyway, the gentleman on staff at the Tourist Center was kind enough to understand what I was referring to and gently asked, “Do you mean the Mattaponi Indian Museum?”

“Mattaponi,” I repeated twice. Mattapo-nee. “Yes,” I answered.

“Their museum isn’t open but three days a week,” he said.

“Could you give me directions?” I asked.

He did and when I looked out at the traffic on Interstate 95, I knew I would not make it before dark. I found a motel. It wasn’t fancy, believe me.

Awake early, I drove to the Mattaponi Indian Reservation. As the road got less and less dense with traffic, it was easy to find, following sparse signage.

I watched the sun rise over the Mattaponi River from a dock in the Mattaponi Indian Reservation. It was solemn, silent, sacred and inevitably nurtured my appreciation for the thousands of Native-Americans who did, somewhat similarly, the same thing for thousands of years.

More in a few days.

 

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