When I wrote this I knew I might have to duck a few arrows, that it could come across as purposely flip, irreverent and disrespectful to Christians, but that’s not my intention at all.
So let me disclaim before I get to my point.
I’m not an atheist. I 100% believe in a divine power, just not one that’s sovereign, over me, in charge of me, authoritative and says we’re undeserved sinners who receive grace if we believe. Rather I think we are all, every living person, the captains of our own journey, in partnership with a good and kind Spirit who moves in and around us.
That being said, I belong to a Methodist church and have for about ten years now. What might seem hypocritical to some about my spiritual journey feels to me like a pretty cool puzzle to unravel.
Years back a quiet, warm open-hearted lady in one of the sixteen bible study classes I took (for the first time in my life) referred to me as a “seeker,” and yes I guess that’s what I am, but now, after decades, I’m no longer an anxious seeker; just a grateful one.
I believe you can sign on to a particular religion or denomination and absorb what lands in you naturally and politely discard what doesn’t without protests or arguments. You just go within and do it. In my case this translates to silent rebellion, and then to making peaceful resolution with the many contradictions I hear….continue reading at skirt!