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style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt">ABRAHAM & MARY<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns =
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"urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:date Month="5" Day="23"
Year="2005"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt">MAY 23, 2005</SPAN></st1:date><SPAN
style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt"><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN
style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt">WOODS CROSS GROUP<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt">I
am ABRAHAM. Greetings. I always love this time of year here in this region. The
spring like weather helps our minds to focus on new things, on re-birth and
becoming free from past regret.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
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style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt">As
you know, from time to time I am given the task to train new teachers. You are
the average mortal group, which is good for the beginning training of new
teacher prospects. I tell my teachers in training that your open-mindedness and
craving for truth make you wonderful students. For quite some time now you do
your utmost to place Father as your Sovereign, which makes it easy for the
accuracy of words to come through. Again, I leave you to Sister
MARY.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN
style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt">Greetings, my friends, for me it feels like you, the
students, are training the teacher and I am probably over enthusiastic to learn.
I am finding teaching to work best when we start from the beginning. Our
experience is all we know. We are an expert at our own experience. I believe in
telling you my story many of you will relate and in the understanding, we can
all make sense out of it and find healing. Mind you, as I speak I mean not to
elicit sympathy. I simply mean to share my story with practicality with those
who know whereof I speak.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt">As
a child I had always felt unwanted, underfoot, and defective in one way or
another. My mother had her own difficulties. She was quite a fearful woman. She
was always in search of something I think she never found. To her, Father was an
angry deity, whose main task was to punish the unrighteous. Her prayers were
fearful, they were always apologetic and seriously--there was really never
anything to apologize for. To her, learning the ways of righteousness were
indeed more important than love and nurturing. I deeply missed that love you can
only receive from your mother.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt">My
father was rarely present in the home. He took to drunkenness and other women.
He placed very little value on women. To him they were to be used, as you would
use any animal. Many a night in his drunkenness I seen him beat my mother. I
seen her cower. She never fought back or did one thing to change her situation.
I always wished I had been born male. I learned early on that women seemed to
have little value. I also missed that fatherly affection and I suppose I spent a
great deal of time looking for it.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt">I
mean not to sound as if my childhood was a complete misery, no. I would spend
time with the other women in the village helping them to do chores and reaping
their precious praise. I did see examples of loving families and so wanted that
for myself. I had some close childhood playmates, which we would act out our
fantasies of being some sort of super hero or savior to the world. Always would
we be valued and loved for our kind works.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt">By
the time I reached my teen years I was quite confused about God. I figured my
father placed women in a league with farm animals and so too that must be true
with God. Having very little personal value or esteem, I allowed myself to be
used and abused. I also learned how to use my charm for profit. I felt there was
not a soul who was going to help me along in this life, so I may as well learn
to help myself. I had deep anger and resentment toward men, seeing how they
thought themselves superior and women as mere servants. At this point I cared
not who I hurt. The anger was indeed overpowering.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt">I
began to make small attempts at rallying women to band together and demand some
sort of justice--not even equality, just some sort of small justice. Most women
of that day and age were fearful, but there were still some women whose strength
was silent and in that I learned a valuable lesson. I needed not a podium to be
noticed and heard, no. I needed to help one woman at a
time.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN
style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt">Eventually I married a man who was abusive, like my
father and again my mind wavered between weakness and my true desires. I had my
place, but I was still so unhappy. How could a God be good for some but not for
all? Believe me, I had some issues over this. I do however thank God for the day
when I had met my friends, who would later become the women apostles and servers
of Christ. This was indeed life changing and the beginning of the melting of my
icy heart.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt">To
listen to the Master speak filled me with a new esteem, a new hope, a new place
in the Kingdom. Jesus taught me that Father was not watching for me to err and
then punish me, no. He was a helpmate. He did love us all, rich, poor, free or
bond, male or female. The charm and majesty from this God-man filled me with the
drive to serve Him, to follow Him wherever He went and do whatever I could to
further the growth of the Kingdom. No task was too small, caring for the
elderly, the sick, children, gardening, cleaning, it didn’t matter. It was all
for Him and the coming Kingdom.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt">I
will stop there. I am not yet permitted to answer questions. You are a joy, my
friends. Farewell.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
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style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt">I
am ABRAHAM. Well done Mary. I believe we have a great deal to learn from you.
Mary spoke of past childhood beliefs that solidified on into adulthood. Let us
review our own beliefs that may have become a part of us that possibly do not
pertain any longer. I love you children. Go in peace. Until next time,
shalom.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
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