Holy Shift! Recovering from Christianity with the Help of Jesus
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Holy Shift Batson! Whadda book! "Holy Shift! Recovering from Christianity with the Help of Jesus" is a very entertaining, irreverent and well researched religious self-help book penned by a retired Catholic Deacon who is truly in-touch with his spiritual side. For those of us who have struggled with the dogmatic and judgmental aspects of modern day organized Christianity, who want to feel the love of Jesus Christ and not the fear of Jesus Christ, or who simply question the concept of organized religion, Holy Shift! is a good place to find some truly insightful gems of spiritual wisdom. Beginning with the origins of many of today's Catholic and Protestant rules for worshiping, praying, even living, Reverend Batson takes us on a journey, with Jesus, that will help us come to terms with our spiritual inner being. Not only are we treated to the underlying message of love and goodness that Jesus always wanted for us, we are shown that virtually anything we wish to believe about the spirit world, life after death, psychic healing, the use of mediums, reincarnation, is completely compatible with the Christ story. For a better understanding of God, his son Jesus and the true meaning of, "the kingdom of heaven," Holy Shift! is a must read.
Randol Batson
Reverend Randol Batson is an internationally acclaimed leader in new paradigms of spiritual healthcare. A lifelong Christian, privileged to work professionally with persons of diverse cultures and faith pathways, Reverend Batson's experience of God and the spiritual dimension of life has grown far beyond the dogma and parameters of organized religion. Retired and living with his wife, Joan, in Sun City, Arizona, Randy is now an author, motivational speaker, personal counselor, and certified Group Leader for the world-renowned Spiritist hospital in Abadiania, Brazil, the Casa de Dom Inacio, to which he takes seekers for higher consciousness and healing through the intervention of the legendary trans-medium called "John of God."
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Holy Shift! Recovering from Christianity with the Help of Jesus - Randol Batson
Holy Shift!
Recovering from Christianity with the Help of Jesus
By: Rev. Randol Batson
Holy Shift! - Recovering from Christianity with the Help of Jesus
Randol Batson
Copyright 2012 by Randol Batson
Smashwords Edition
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All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.
Published in the United States of America, Earth, the Milky Way.
Cover and book interior design by: Russell Phillips, The Creative Source (www.the-creative-source.com)
This book is dedicated to all who struggle with the party line of organized Christianity—sincere seekers and rebellious souls.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1. In the Beginning
Chapter 2. God the Father
Chapter 3. The Word
Chapter 4. The Big Tumble
Chapter 5. The Law
Chapter 6. The House Divided
Chapter 7. Star Wars
Chapter 8. JESUS
Chapter 9. Prayer
Chapter 10. Co-Creativity
Chapter 11. Miracles
Chapter 12. Sin
Chapter 13. Poverty of Consciousness
Chapter 14. Gifts of the Spirit
Chapter 15. Eternal Destinations
Chapter 16. The Second Coming
Chapter 17. Seek Ye First the Kingdom of God…
Chapter 18. Alpha and Omega
Epilogue
About the Author
Prologue
What an oxymoron is the title to this book! How and why would Jesus, whom Christians believe to be the one and only Christ, the Redeemer of the world, and the founder of Christianity, ever be associated with recovery from his true faith, the one and only pathway to salvation and eternal life?
Here’s another oxymoron. God who is ONE, undivided throughout all of creation – God who is Love greater than our capacity to understand – God who sees backward and forward in all directions – God who knows each and every one of us before we enter into our own mother’s womb, has created billions of people down through the ages of time with fore-knowledge that most would be forever cast into the eternal lake of fire and brimstone reserved for the Devil and his angels because they were not Christian, or, more specifically, not Catholic, or Baptist, or Church of Christ, or Lutheran, or Evangelical, or you name it. More than an oxymoron, that may be total blasphemy. Yet, that is what so many of us who call ourselves Christian were raised to believe, even still believe; especially, we whose faith experience is rooted in the rocky soil of fundamentalism.
How do we reconcile it? Oh, such things are mysteries,
we have often been told. God’s ways are not our ways.
Our faith leaders, our parents and grandparents have assured us that when we get to heaven we’ll understand. Farther along we’ll know all about it
the old Gospel hymn resounds. In the meantime, our job is to keep on believing, making certain to follow God’s word to the last letter, just as He dictated it to the divinely inspired men who recorded it. And, if living the life of true faith means judging or excluding those who do not embrace our particular brand of religious dogma, that’s an authorized exception to the admonition of Jesus who reportedly commanded us to Judge not, that ye be not judged,
THE HOLY BIBLE, Gospel of Matthew, chapter 7, verse 11.
These are only a few of the ambiguities and inconsistencies of Christianity that have troubled me, an ordained minister, throughout many decades of Christian faith, personal and professional.
The intent of this book is not to convert, or to dissuade anyone from their chosen pathway. However, the BIBLE reports that Jesus said, Except ye confess me before men, ye shall not enter the kingdom of heaven.
This is a public confession of my faith journey through, and beyond, the dogma of organized Christianity, with what I sincerely believe to be the affirmation and guidance of Jesus, the one from whom Christian churches claim to draw their charter. An anthology of personal revelation and experience, the chapters of this book scratch only the surface of the more significant aspects of the Christian experience I have known. An exhaustive examination of each topic would surely be voluminous.
If you, too, are one who questions, I invite you to share this journey to higher consciousness and more secure faith. Many will find delicious fruits of hope along the way, peace and affirmation not previously known and, ultimately, security. Others will find only bitter herbs, poisonous berries, and thorns of blasphemy. Unquestionably, though, one of the greatest gifts of our Creator is personal choice – freedom to take the best and leave the rest. This is my personal invitation to you. May you always, and in all ways, be blessed.
Forward
One of my earliest memories is of singing Make Me a Sunbeam,
sitting at the age of three in the Sunday school room of a little Southern Baptist church in San Jon, a rural New Mexico village of only a few hundred people on U. S. 40, the old Highway 66. The only child of a mother whose own mother was Southern Baptist, and whose father was the lay pastor of a small Church of Christ congregation in the same community, my father’s family was predominantly Southern Baptist. The seeds of my own faith were, therefore, planted in protestant fundamentalism. My mother had, as an adult, embraced my father’s church, and I know that until my Church of Christ grandfather’s death he prayed fervently for the salvation of his daughter and his only grandchild. A very good and righteous man whom I loved probably more than any man in my family of origin, he believed sincerely and devoutly that those outside the Church of Christ were beyond the limits of God’s plan for eternal salvation.
Three months before my fifth birthday, we moved to Tucson, AZ. It was the middle 1940s, a time when American families were recovering from the Great Depression and enduring the difficulties of World War II. My father, an electrician by trade, drove a pickup truck owned by his employer, but not provided for personal use. Since my parents could not yet afford a car, my mother walked me faithfully every Sunday morning to the nearest church, a non-denominational, protestant-fundamentalist congregation where I attended Sunday school and Daily Vacation BIBLE School. It was there at age seven that I committed to memory the words of the Twenty-Third Psalm, The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want.
It was also there that the roots of my relationship with Jesus began to spread and grow.
By the time I was eight years old my parents had gained more economic mobility, and a car with which to drive to a Southern Baptist church that was beyond walking distance. We were there for Sunday morning service, including Sunday school, for Sunday evening service, and for Wednesday night Prayer Meeting. It was there at the age of nine, while the congregation sang, Just as I am without one plea, but that thy blood was shed for me…
that I went forth to the altar, together with my Sunday school friend Dennis, to be saved. Two weeks later, after the Sunday evening worship, we were baptized into the family of the redeemed of Christ.
Those childhood years in the Southern Baptist church remain near and dear to my heart. In Sunday school, the BIBLE stories were brought to life by dedicated teachers with sincere hearts and strong faith, despite the limits of their spiritual consciousness or the credibility of their personal theology. These many decades later I still hold and treasure the flash cards that were given to help us memorize significant scriptures. Summers were filled with Daily Vacation BIBLE School and Church Camp at the Baptist retreat in the Catalina Mountains of southern Arizona. It was during those years that the old southern gospel hymns wrapped their arms around my heart so tightly that they have never let go, and it was also during those years that Jesus became my intimate and constant companion. I was a faithful student of the BIBLE. Reading it was a daily discipline, and I never traveled without a copy in my bag. Somewhere amid those wonderful years I experienced what I believed was a call to ministry. During times of worship, or prayer and devotion I dreamed of being the preacher, leading lost souls to salvation and eternal life.
My mother taught me to pray at bedtime when I was a toddler. In my earliest memories she would kneel with me beside my bed and, with head bowed, eyes closed and hands folded under my chin, she taught me to talk to God. First, it was the ages old Now I lay me down to sleep….
Somewhere around the age of five, however, she taught me the Lord’s Prayer, and began helping me verbalize more personal prayers of thanksgiving and supplication. In the Southern Baptist tradition, extemporaneous prayer in groups or during worship services was both the norm and the expectation, so I grew up with comfort and confidence praying aloud before others, a gift that has served me well throughout my life and ministry.
My entry into adolescence was marked by a crisis of faith. My beloved maternal grandfather died very suddenly the day after my thirteenth birthday. The shock of that totally unexpected event, together with the immense void it left in my life, sent me into a deep and dark cavern of pain and fear. The timing of Papa’s death was most inopportune, inasmuch as I was falling under the spell of a magical, new substance called testosterone that was doing surprising and interesting things to both my mind and my body. Church did not seem to provide the answers I needed at that time. In addition, the Southern Baptist church of those days was not always a fun place for a pubescent young person to enjoy social self-expression. Dancing was not acceptable, movies were questionable, and not encouraged for children or teens. Alcohol was totally forbidden, and I can recall long discussions among adults attempting to discern whether it was really acceptable for Christians to drink coffee. Dress was always modest and, because it was during the years when makeup and costume jewelry were first deemed respectable for women, many girls were still forbidden by their parents to get themselves up in ways that were formerly regarded as morally barren – the immodest self-expressions of loose women.
By my fourteenth year I was increasingly reluctant to go either to Sunday school or church and, since my parents were at that time experiencing a period of disenchantment with the political and social complexion of the congregation to which we belonged, Sunday attendance became less a priority in our home. For a time, I ceased to put on my Sunday shoes, and my parents did not force the issue. The faith that had to that point been such a dominant influence in my life, however, did not go away, nor did the feeling of a call to serve. Several friends in my social circle at school attended the Methodist Youth Fellowship on Sunday night at a small Methodist church in our end of town, and their invitation to join them was perhaps a pivotal point in my spiritual growth.
M. Y. F. was an opportunity to socialize and worship with my peers in a far less restrictive atmosphere, as the Methodist church offered more middle-of-the-road Christianity. There I found spiritual inspiration, guidance and comfort in an atmosphere where it was safer to think for self, and to experience God according to personal revelations of the Holy Spirit. Of greater importance for me, though, was that it was an opportunity to take a leadership role in youth activities, responding to my earlier perception of a call to ministry. By my sixteenth year I had decided to join the Methodist Church. My parents were wise enough to support me in that decision and, in fact, my mother joined with me. Dad was unable to take that step, and for the remainder of his life could never bring his self to move his membership from the Southern Baptist Church, even though his faith consciousness took decidedly different turns with the evolution of my own.
I participated faithfully in the Methodist Church throughout my remaining high school years, and though when I went away to college I began to sprout my wings a bit on Saturday night, I rarely failed to fill my spot in the pew on Sunday morning. I remember more than one occasion when my roommate (also devout Methodist) and I got our tea a little too strong on Saturday night. Rotten as we may have felt, we were always in church the following morning. Through years of adulthood I have often marveled that our breath didn’t knock the pastor over when he greeted us on our way out. Throughout those same years, however, I had occasion to visit the Catholic Church with friends of that faith. One, another college roommate, never failed his duty to attend Mass, though he often grumbled for two hours before and cursed the priest for an hour after. I frequently went with him, and then went on to the later service at my Methodist Church. Something about the mystery and the sanctity of the Catholic Church, with its candles and statues, and the ritual that was basically foreign to me, pulled me like a magnet. During times when I was feeling lost or discouraged, as happens to most students, I would sneak off to the Catholic Church near campus to offer my wounds and my uncertainty to the saints who seemed to live there, and to communicate with Jesus in a far more mystical atmosphere than I had ever known.
During those same years I took Mormon instruction at the Latter Day Saints Campus Institute, not because I had any desire to become Mormon, but because I always felt a yearning for understanding of other religions. The student enrollment at Arizona State College, now Northern Arizona University, encompassed a large and active population of L. D. S. students who were constantly trying to evangelize the gentiles. A Methodist friend fell very much in love with a Mormon girl who tried earnestly to bring him into the fold of what she believed to be the true faith. Because he could not imagine himself taking that step, her Methodist roommate and I agreed to take Mormon instruction with him. While that was not a pathway I could follow, what I learned during those weeks of instruction from young missionaries gave me a platform for understanding and compatibility with L. D. S. people throughout the later years of my spiritual ministry.
When, during my senior year, I fell in love with Joan, a devout Catholic girl, and ultimately decided she was the one with whom I wished to spend my life, it was not a difficult stretch for me to take Catholic instruction. Prior to our marriage in 1965, I joined the ecclesiastical institution that believes itself to be chartered solely and exclusively by Jesus. In the midst of the Second Vatican Council, the leadership of the Church was struggling to find its way through the darkness of ancient dogma and into a semblance of the light of the Twentieth Century. It was a most interesting time in which to begin my Catholic journey, experiencing both the old and the new Church, carrying religious baggage somewhat different from a cradle Catholic.
My wife and I were most respectful of our Christian duty as defined by the Fathers of the Church, and our three children were properly baptized upon each birth during the three successive years following our marriage. Because there was no place for married men in the Holy Orders (ordained clergy) of the Catholic Church, I tucked my call to ministry carefully away into the back of my mind. My experience has always been, however, that Spirit ultimately has its way, and our God is, above all else, a God of surprises. My lifelong interest in other faiths and cultures led me most unexpectedly to a friendship with the late Rev, Pearl Kerwin, a minister of some national renown, who in semi-retirement was founder and pastor of the Church of Divine Healing in Skull Valley, Arizona. We lived in Kirkland, a small, neighboring town where my business had taken us for two of the most exciting and eventful years of our lives. Ordained of the Baptist Church, Pearl was psychic and a spiritualist, a most extraordinary triad. While Joan and I always took our young children to Mass