When I was little, I had a love of night time. The feeling of God in the velvet darkness of an autumn night, and the crispness in the air in the early summer morning just before dawn, the stars beginning to come out our the clouds passing over the moon. This was a way of reaching out to the Creator and creation that I understood.
When, as an adult, I read a description of the Egyptian goddess Nut, she resonated with me. This was similar to how I thought about God, this was the imagery I responded to.
I prayed and thought and prayed some more, and decided that maybe the Egyptians were right.
I spent some time like this, reading as much Egyptology as I could get my hands on and my head around.
Eventually, more praying and talking lead me back to the faith of my fathers. I still respond well to the imagery of the sky and of Nut, but feel it's more an aspect of comprehension, of communication with the Ineffable. I also have better understanding for both my own religion and other people's.
When, as an adult, I read a description of the Egyptian goddess Nut, she resonated with me. This was similar to how I thought about God, this was the imagery I responded to.
I prayed and thought and prayed some more, and decided that maybe the Egyptians were right.
I spent some time like this, reading as much Egyptology as I could get my hands on and my head around.
Eventually, more praying and talking lead me back to the faith of my fathers. I still respond well to the imagery of the sky and of Nut, but feel it's more an aspect of comprehension, of communication with the Ineffable. I also have better understanding for both my own religion and other people's.