Visitors to my site have been asking me to introduce myself  My name is Mary Johnston, alias ZoeSage. Zoe means spirit life and sage means wisdom.  More about that later.

I am lovesick for Jesus, and The God Chasers, by Tommy Tenny, is my favorite book, next to the Bible. I believe in "Presence Evangelism" which basically means that when God shows up, in our lives and in our churches, the world will know. But most often He comes by invitation only to hungry hearts.  I adhere to the Apostles' Creed.

Escaping is what I do best and I always look and pray for the way out of whatever the problem.  That was what I was doing when I learned to do websites.  Then I learned it was part of my purpose.

Recently, however, I have learned the way out of anything is found in Psalm 2 - "Bow down and kiss the Son."  It's not a quick fix but I'm convinced that contrite worship is the way out of whatever the case may be.

My favorite movies are "Harvey" with James Stewart, and "You've Got Mail" with Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks. The Platters are my favorite band but I love worship music of all kinds.

I am an artist, musician,  writer, and nurse, which I use mostly to homeschool our grandchildren. We live in an extended family of seven and our family manages seven websites. Mine is sixth of the seven. Don's is seventh Check out the family page for pictures and links. Maybe I will post a picture of my husband and me if I get one I like.  Actually, he has one on his page.

Born in San Antonio, I spent most of my life in Texas but Kansas City, is home now and we love it!

I am a very joyful person by choice but there are some wounds that probably won't heal until Jesus comes.  I personally feel the wound of the crimes against women and children through the ages and the crimes that are still going on in countries like Sudan and the crimes of abortion all over the world. I grieve over that whenever I think about it and I have no tolerance for abuse.

ZoeSage is a codename for my grandbaby that was aborted.  Don't know if it was a girl or boy but I grieved for the baby about two years.  I still weep when I hear anything about abortion. 

For the two year that I grieved I went to clinics and prayed for the mothers who were sacrificing the sweetest thing life would probably ever give them to whatever god they were serving at the time, and wept for the babies who had no way of understanding.  I prayed "Father forgive them for they know not what they do."  I'm sorry if this is offensive to some people but it's the way I see it.

In one pro-life meeting a Catholic priest told a story about a little kid goat who kept butting an oak.  The mother goat pointed out that all his butting didn't seem to be helping.

"But don't you think it moved just a little?" he asked innocently.

When the priest told that story I had a flash vision of lightning striking the tree.   Then I understood that God was going to deal with abortion another way.  The last clinic I prayed at was the one where my grandbaby died and after that I was at peace.