My spiritual journey started when I was two years 2 or 3. I remember kneeling at my bed with mom before going to sleep while she was teaching me how to pray and what to say. And she spoke about God and said that I would understand more fully as I grew up. I was satisfied with that then.
We grew up in a very strict Orthodox Church environment filled with ritual and doctrine. And, since children were to be seen and not heard, we were taught to obey and accept without question. I realized in the middle of grade school that in Church there is that which is of God; that which is of man, his thoughts and ways; and a large gray area in between. I thought that I could probably sort that out later in life when needed. How little did I know how difficult that would be. I grew up feeling very alienated, alone, out of place, not fitting in. I could not find the answers or the questions to ask.
I married someone from a very different church tradition. To some extent, it was a breath of fresh air. But there also they are held captive by their own body of thought about God. My awakening came when I met someone who was receiving from Jesus daily. Then I realized the nature of a personal relation with my creator. Only then did I feel at home (home is where the soul comes to rest).
There are principals to be applied. My biggest problem (man’s biggest problem) is that I did not ASK! In asking God, you Affirm the Sovereignty of the King. If you turn to the authority of self or the self of others you affirm self and deny God. So ask Jesus if He would have you read this book, His book.