I sat in church today, for the first time in a year, and listened to the message being presented on Easter Sunday. The morning had started with a bang, the band all fired up. I couldn't even stand due to back issues from a car accident - at least not long. But, that didn't damper me so much as the show that was being put on. I'm a fan of the in between. Meaning I like the modern music but without the theatrics.
Regardless, as I said, the message was an easy listen. I learned a new way to look at the days leading up to the resurrection. Friday is the day of pain. We all walk in this life with pain - whether emotional or physical. Jesus didn't just suffer physically, he was also known as the "man of sorrows" and was acquainted with grief.
So, the preacher tells me that God doesn't bring pain, but he does give us purpose in it. I agree with that, but I prefer to look at the pain as my own reaction to a situation. I can find a blessing in every circumstance, a meaning behind every tragedy, and a way to cope through every trial. But, more than cope I will do.
I don't ascribe fully to the Jesus movement, though I respect the morals and teachings they present. I do believe in God, but prefer to think of him as the Universe. Whatever I call it, I am intentional on what I choose to believe, do and become. I wasn't always, but I've learned through my own experiences that I create my reality with my thoughts, words, emotions and actions.
Not that I bring about the death of a loved one. That is a tragedy. That is where I leave divine understanding in place. Only God knows why people, or even children, die when they do. This gives me a feeling that there is a higher purpose for all of us.
And, there you have it, a melding of faith. Perhaps a hodgepodge. But, it's more concrete to me now than two years ago when I wrote you last. I am doing better at finding myself.
