Stan Woman
Stan Woman
As I have decided to just be on my peaceful way living every day, encounters of the human kind with a whiff of self-righteousness comes along once in awhile. I mean, what is sanctification without the perils of existence. Hello? Jesus? He suffered?
While that woman and I agree about Jesus in so many ways, I have a problem with her attitude about the Blessed Virgin Mary. Oh I can feel her energy ready to take me down BJJ style about the holy mother. She says Catholics worship Mary. Euhmm... we do not. We ask for her intercession; or help us pray; or pray for us; or simply invoking her to lend us her angels for many reasons.
She goes on about Mary is not a virgin. That, she has other children... and on and on talking about the Pope. She talks about her religion to me. I always welcome these kind. I like listening of what they say about God and life. While they are at it, I make sure I stay meek and humble as my child always reminds me. Also, I do not know God that much yet. He is omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent. Those still freeze me in amazement. In short, I do not understand God.
Should I understand God? Not really. God has a way to make us know Him accordingly. I believe the Holy Spirit is charge of those things as found in Corinthians and other letters in the Gospel. I am still struggling to comprehend Wisdom Itself.
How I perceive God is beyond 3D. He is multifaceted, more than His cherubim throne. Sometimes I see Him as my friend. Other times He is my judge. Most of the times, I prefer Him as my Master who has authority over Satan and demons.
I like to nitpick the things she said, but is it worth it? I already let her suck off my energy in our discourse, which I barely participate because I know her kind. I let her get away with those subtle insults.
Humility is the key.