I know this story well enough to have almost written it myself. And you told it so well. The times in life when I was at a point low enough to be in complete and utter desperation deep enough to reach back out to the church, it wasn't the church who came to my aid, dug into my life, rolled up their sleeves and got their hands dirty with helping me do the WORK that I needed to be done to make a positive change. It was tax collectors and prostitutes, effectively, who showed themselves in the form of lesbians and a man with whom I'd had a sexual affair. While the church was preaching to me about where I'd gone wrong, it was sinners that helped to show me the way back to a world that made sense. I haven't ever really been back. I still believe, as you do, and, I still believe, in my own way, I walk with God, and he with me. Just, maybe not in the same steps the Christians insist they know better are the right ones. My religion IS love. It is my law. It guides everything I do, and I am not ashamed of it, nor it of me. I'm glad
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It's a relief and a comfort to know that other people can relate to this. I mean, even though I know I couldn't be alone in it, there's still that feeling of isolation! The people I've met during these past few years of walking "away" have absolutely helped me to figure out who I am, what to fix about myself, and how to be a true friend to others. I think that, as you mentioned, using love as the law is the idea I like best and hope to follow. It just makes so much more sense to me. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and for taking a few moments to read. :)
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