Apparently the wobbly orbit of the earth has thrown off the astrological charts causing chaos and confusion among those who plot their course according to the celestial treks. Astrologers say they are swamped with concerned clients who now aren’t who they thought they were.
I can understand their distress. According to a list of characteristics of my supposed old and new influences, I am a split personality. My old self favored freedom and innovation, my new is staid and controlled. Previously I was a free spirit, now I am traditional. The projection for a compatible relationship with myself is about 60% favorable.
Many years ago, I would have worried because I too rated among the 25-31 per cent of the North American population who believe astrological signs influence their lives. I studied books of star treks and times looking for hope, meaning and direction. In fact, I valued my books of charts so much that when I moved across country and had to reduce my life to a couple of suitcases, I filled one with my precious books of astrology and palmistry.
On a divine detour to my born-again sister’s house, I learned about Jesus. Being savvy enough to know my sister (who was mighty in casting out demons and rebuking all things evil) would have set fire to my suitcase, if not her house, I kept silent.
After arriving on the west coast and realizing my California dreamin’ was a far cry from my California reality, I reflected on what my sister had told me: If I wanted all God had for me, I had to renounce the things that were not of Him.
I stared at my pile of treasured books, unable to believe they were not of God. Before going to sleep, I asked the Lord to show me the Truth—could I love Him and still plot my life by lines and signs?
The next morning I sent my young son off to school and started to go about my day when I remembered God was supposed to show me what to do. I opened my Bible (Yes, He does occasionally honor the ignorant in their Bible bingo approach to revelation) and read a passage, which paraphrased read: Choose which side you are on.
I chose God’s side. At that moment my son came in the door, saying he didn’t want to go to school. After recovering from my initial shock, I realized God had returned him so I could share my new-found truth and reverse the direction in which I had been raising him. Together, we gathered up my precious books, threw them in the dumpster and never looked back.
"You are wearied with your many counsels; let now the astrologers, those who prophesy by the stars, those who predict by the new moons, stand up and save you from what will come upon you. Ps 143:8 [But] Let me hear Thy lovingkindness in the morning; for I trust in Thee; teach me the way in which I should walk; for to Thee I lift up my soul.” Isa 47:13