Joyanna Adams

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My First Sermon on the Mound

When I was about seven, I had what you might call my first really “spiritual” experience.

It was due to my grandmother…who woke me early on Easter morning around 4 in the morning to get me dressed.

“We are going to see a sunrise sermon.” she said.  I remember it was really hard waking up.

By the time we got to the car, it was still dark. Grandma drove. We went to a local garden, at the times it was called Caribbean Gardens…one of the many tourist spots in Naples, Florida which at that time, only had a population of around 10,000 people.

I had never been up that early before, and it was the first time in my life I had ever seen a sunrise. OMG. What I had been missing.

I remember trying to keep up with my grandmother, as we walked into what obviously was to my young eyes…heaven on earth. Peacocks roamed at will, beautiful tropical plants surrounded the hundreds of people who were going to a hill, to hear…the sermon on the mound….by the local preacher.

Now, you might think that a young kid would think such a thing boring. I know…today, most kids would. But as I looked around at the gardenia, the roses, the parrots, the dew that shown on the light green grass as the sun rose and hit the dew and sparkled the whole grassy knoll like millions of diamonds.. …even today, approaching as I am the autumn of my life, I can still see in my mind’s eye the absolute and unbelievable beauty that only a god could make happen. I was seeing for the first time…through God’s eyes.

And I really listened to that sermon. I had to ask my grandmother many questions, but she taught it to me as best she could…Later on when I got home, she read it to me.

I’ve said the Lords’ prayer, as I’m sure millions have in times of great fear throughout my life, and Jesus’s words that day, filled me with the undebatable  certainty in my mind that there was a God.

Who else could create such a heaven as this? You can’t tell me a peacock’s feathers are just random.

My grandmother later on gave me the book, “Positive Thinking” by Norman Vincent Peale….and my grandfather brought me a subscription to National Geographic.

They influenced me now looking back, just as much as my parents did.

I feel, as many of us do, closer this Easter to the spirit of Jesus, and God….but…the humble kind of spirit…

Not the Glenn Beck, Ted Cruz damning spirit, because I really don’t believe Jesus was saying that on the mound.

No…he was saying “Blessed are the poor in spirit” Not the arrogant. Not the bully pulpit who yells and screams his righteousness and condemns everyone who does not accept his rules.

Jesus, according to all that we read…was a gentle spirt. His only angry moment was at the money lenders in the Temple.

In fact, it reminds me of the movie Pollyanna. Remember the preacher who would damn his congregation every Sunday, and Pollyanna showed him that God’s word was kind, and he should be “joyful?”

Disney was a genius.

Anyway, I’m rambling. Sorry, the video just took me back.

I hope everyone has a great day with their family…and I also hope God’s spirit fills your life.

If you are an atheist, well…I guess you just didn’t have a grandma who loved Jesus. It’s okay. Shit happens. And you know what? It doesn’t really matter does it?

It’s all a mystery.

Have a Happy Easter!


March 27, 2016 - Posted by | Life |

1 Comment »

  1. Bless you my Dear.


    Comment by Amfortas | March 28, 2016 | Reply

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