Shaddow Cross

Often I get asked, why do I work in the Shadowlands?   Why do I give my time, my effort, and my heart to reaching those at the edge? Why do I pour my time into the outcasts, subcultures, and the underground? Why do I, one who has served as a missionary among the Dine' (Navajo), now work in the shadows? Because I have a duel calling? Because even when I try not to, I am? Because my Lord asked me to, Because I don't go, who will? This is my purpose, my calling, my place. This is where I serve. Yes, I serve locally, but even then it is among America's oldest subculture, the Cowboys, alongside my husband.   Yes, I sing, praises to the Lord, and am beginning to find my own Southern Gothic style... Yes, I am still a missionary, going back on trips to Dine' Bikeyah, and here in the shadowlands. This is my place in the thick of things... This is where I serve... Where are you being asked to serve? In Umbra Terras, Lady Morria

    (Originally shared October 28th, 2006 in Charlotte, NC at the Haven X Goth Gathering. Shared again in March, 2007 in Wichita. KS at Christian Chapel Foursquare) 1) Who and Why? I Timothy 4:12  "Let no man despise your youth; but be thou an example of the believers: in word, in deeds, in love, in spirit, in faith, and in purity." Evil:   Communists, Nazis, Terrorists  Good:   David Brainerd, David Livingston, Jim Eliot,  Francis of Assisi, Clare of Assisi, Patrick of Ireland, Brigid of Kildare. A.  Main Text :   Joshua 1:1-11   After the death of Moses the servant of the LORD, the LORD said to Joshua the son of Nun, Moses' assistant, " Moses my servant is dead. Now therefore arise, go over this Jordan, you and all this people, into the land that I am giving to them, to the people of Israel. Every place that the sole of your foot will tread upon I have given to you, just as I promised to Moses. From the wilderness and this Leban...

In the stillness... In the quiet... In the times of rest... Between the saving and the calling... Between the calling and the serving... Between the promise and the healing... Sometimes, it is those times that can seem the longest. Stuck between the knowing and the going. Sometimes, it is those times of still when the roar dies down, that God's voice comes through the strongest. It is in those times... We stop. We listen. We learn. God is always there in the still small voice, if we but train our hearts to listen. Are you in one of those times? Lean deep into God, and may He guide you forward. Do you not know if God's, for Him to meet you in the stillness? Call us to Jesus to save you in the midst of everything,  for He waits for you to call upon Him. And through it all, may we each hear the whisper of God through the stillness... In Umbra Terras,   Lady Morria

I t has been nearly ten years since the ministry was live full-time... For me (Morria) , it has been nigh five years; five years of searching, wandering, and uncertainty...  Many pathways, many callings, and many pullings to walk many pathways.   So many people hurting, so many places in need.   Yet still in the shadowlands, the underground, of my youth does my heart seek refuge... In the shadow of my God, underneath the stone high cross... T o here a mission was given, my love of olden times, the subcultures in the shadowlands, the rewilding of the land... My deep belief in Jesus my Creator and Savior. Five times hath death knocked upon my door... Thrice by Car: once in rain, once on ice, once by a flood. Once by Spider and Medicine: Brown Reculus Spider and Lidocaine reaction. Once by Mystery Illness of whince I still struggle, though no longer bedridden. In truth, I must be about the tasks given, teaching what I know, for why else was I spared these many...