I arrived in Portsmouth, New Hampshire on the 18th of October in 1946 – the firstborn of European immigrant offspring. My father’s parents were Irish and my mother’s parents were Sicilian. Although I was born in New England and could characterize myself as “a Yankee”, the Lion’s share of my cultural identity rests in background of the people who had a hand in raising me.
What I know about the warmth and affection among extended family members, I learned from my mother’s Sicilian predecessors. My wit (wordplay) is… inherited from my father’s Irish ancestry.
I was, until 2016, a practicing Mormon (member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints) for forty-three years. That amounts to me over four decades of association and experience with this popular American religion.
I joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints in 1972. I was 26 years old and married with three small children. I was confused about my life, in general so, I had a lot of questions at 26 – about my life and about God. I wanted to know God.
I was drawn in by powerful “a sense of belonging” surrounded by all my new Mormon acquaintances. My queries about God were quietly laid to rest (buried; interred; put away; covered-up) with “Mormon-indoctrination” and before I knew it, I was becoming, what is commonly known in Mormon circles as a “Molly-Mormon.” (ideal Mormon-female; a sister) But…..neither baptism nor Mormon indoctrination I ever brought to pass the re-acquaintance with God…… I longed for most.
I began reading the book of Isaiah on my own (informally; unceremoniously; privately) and, for me, it was illuminating. In fact, I was surprised by how easy it was for me to see (visualize; imagine; perceive in my mind) the meaning of the words Isaiah wrote, but it occurred to me that since Isaiah wrote in Hebrew, maybe, I should gain a grasp it, myself.
I read everything concerning Hebrew, that I could get my hands on and began buying reference books, one volume at a time. By 2010, I had amassed a modest library of Hebraic reference books and rearranged my dining-room into an office space, so I could study… In 1978, I began to experience dreams (night-visions) …vivid, unforgettable, prophetic “night-visions”. Each dream unfolded (revealed or disclosed) a story. Each story had a lesson to teach or a point to make. I became pretty good at interpreting them, so I recorded them in a three-ring binder. They date back to 1978. They are applicable in my life, even today.
The idea to translate all sixty-six chapters of Isaiah’s book came unremarkably (without fanfare) in Oklahoma and by the time I moved to Houston, Texas in 2011, I was comfortably assured that God would help me translate it. It seemed to me, a blog was the best way to get Isaiah’s message circulating at no cost to anyone except for the time and effort to read it. “Yes,”!…I thought………”I can do this!” I hope you like this blog and I especially hope you like the book, “Reading Isaiah’s Mind”.
– Nancy T.