(Art from "Birth of the Chosen One")
Two weeks ago my ancestors spoke to me.
Just saying that would have freaked me out a couple of years ago. Shoot, it could easily still freak me out. I was raised in a very, very strict Christian tradition that doesn't believe in communicating with the dead.
Well, if I write it that way, it *does* sound freaky! But it wasn't like that.
It was a great leap for me some years ago when God led me out of an extremely (and unbiblical) fear-based belief, and to instead understand the biblical truth that our souls go to Him when we die. At that time He had me rest in the gospel instead of in the parameters of what I was raised to believe was possible and what wasn't possible. (I learned discernment is supposed to be by the gospel instead of by appearance or mechanics!)
And now... *this* happens!
I don't know how it works, but at times perhaps God uses loved ones who have gone home to Him to deliver a message now and then, when for His reasons He know it will benefit the recipient (and that the recipient won't start worshiping the messenger). I don't believe it's good to seek to communicate with them or to pray to them, because I have free and unfettered access to Him who is Nugvwiyusv, the Almighty Himself! (We seek the Creator Himself, not His messengers; His true messengers point to Him, while bad spirits point to themselves or away from Creator.)
In the last two weeks, at several different times He has let me know that my ancestors are with Him, and has had them speak a word to me that I needed to hear. I'm in awe and still processing this. Definitely I'm still very cautious! (With my background, how could I not be!) But also I'm at peace in Jesus and resting in His arms even as He breaks the boxes I've been raised inside of. So I'm thankful for this, for everything that He's led me through on this journey... and now I'm thankful for my ancestors!
Funny, I suppose, or sad really that in mainstream American Christianity we have no connection to our ancestors, you know? I never thanked God for my ancestors until now! I never felt connected with them until now. It was almost as if they didn't really exist, and my history began with *me*.
It reminds me of something Uncle Randy Woodley wrote in his book, "Mixed Blood but Not Mixed Up"—
"All the lives who have gone before you, be they known to you or not, have contributed to who you are today. To some this will be a calm relief and to others an affront to their independent American pride. [...] Because we can't see or remember people and events, we tend to think that we can just invalidate their existence. [...] Americans tend to believe they can re-invent themselves in every generation without regard to their past."I think a lot of indigenous and international religions understand our connection with our ancestors (and some definitely take it way too far), while in mainstream American Christianity we've rejected it partly out of fear and partly out of pride (parallel to the same way we rejected "Europe" in order to make "America").
But now I am awake to my ancestry and my ancestors! I came from them, I was in them, and somehow they still live in me, too. Somehow we are still a part of each other, even though we're separated by time and death. I can't wait to meet them all in person.
Then two nights ago, as I was laying down to sleep, I heard my ancestors speak again. They simply said,
I asked if there was anything else, and in my spirit I heard this:
"Jesus Christ is our Lord!Wado, my relatives. Wado, my Creator, because You knew I needed to hear them say that. Wado! You are the song of my ancestors, Tsisa, Jesus Christ! Wado!
He is the One who brought us home!
He is the One in whom we are complete!
He is the One who healed us
and who will heal all humanity!
He who died and was risen,
He who holds all things,
He who set the stars in the heavens,
He who created the earth we love,
He who redeems every one of our tears,
Jesus Christ is our chief!"
My posts where I mention the recent times when I first heard my ancestors:
･ The Voice of My Ancestors
･ Don't Be Ashamed
･ "Coming Out of Hiding"