There is a precipice between you and me. Some of it has little to do with us, but our parents, and theirs before. Who knows how far back and how many combinations of elders rolled the tide that you and I are ebbing? Time is the most warbling and disabling of all factors which inhibit the clarity. But it is equally as adjoining. Like glue affected by the temperature, life's seasons change, melt, distort, yet connect during its changing forms.It can disfigure the way we think of one another, yet send us a familiar message--that we are still the embodiment of friendship or whatever we were placed together for! So we float the waves, wait, sink a little, and still... there is a craving to crash into further unfamiliar waters just to love one another. It must have to do with a more than human unseen force which produces these abstract descriptives-these indescribable attributes of being in someone's life with or without purposeful resolve. What do we call this in and out of the human condition and a sometimes misdirected set of principles by which we find destiny? What are we really looking for?
It's called religion. That obscure intangible belief system that means we are tied into a "higher" plan. A definition from Dictionary.com reads:
"a set of beliefs concerning the cause, nature, and purpose of the universe, especially when considered as the creation of a superhuman agency or agencies, usually involving devotional and ritual observances, and often containing a moral code governing the conduct of human affairs." The practice of this religion is not a solo interlude in fellowship. Churches are places to gather, support one another, and confront or rebuke when or if necessary.
Hence, we find God through one another. We see that something or someone is knocking at our subconscious door or we would not be having this conversation. Through others, we KNOW we're not alone. We might differ in the route to the Supreme, but it's obvious we are destined to know ,or, besides politics, why we make such a huff and puff as to which is right or wrong? I call that passion. It's the stuff that fills the already designed space of absence in us.
Let's face it. We're a mess without some kind of direction. And there is such a beautiful world that only a higher being can put together. Such perfect order- such intent! I say, religion is too overstated in the "can-do" premise. Nobody can be holy. Nobody. The Lion in "The Wizard of Oz" said so! " Not nobody... not NO HOW!" Can't argue with the Lion.
I don't bombard, but I suggest you and I can at least consider this to be the general truth that we need one another. Then, let's go another step and seek the truth. Pray about it whether you believe something or NOT! Expect an answer. You wanted a Big Mac at the last Super Bowl and got one, didn't you? You knew where to go to get it, and were satisfied. Why wouldn't there be a Lover of our souls to which He designed all of these things, and give us the tools to learn about it?
As for me, I am a Christian. I was called by this unseen compelling Creator, or I would never have come to the knowledge and love of Jesus. Yep. Even the calling's got to be from God. (You'll know it when it happens!) We can seek the mountain top experiences, travel to ancient countries, study, compare, discuss, argue, and go to the ends of the earth, but we could NEVER come up with what God did and how He does it. Not NOBODY...NOT NO HOW!
For me, religion wasn't enough. I read tarot cards, palms, used astrology, and did everything to help God ( Uh...that was arrogant, eh?) It was very exciting. Sensational, even! I wasn't puppeted. In a single moment during a read, I just suddenly realized it was either ME running my life with the gamble of eternity, or surrendering to the alleged unseen God. ( Emmanuel- which means "God with us". Jesus Christ.)
It's sequence, not a religion. Born, lived, executed, resurrected and every drop of blood had a name on it. Our names. Yours, mine, hers, his. Just ask.
I don't mean to sound smarmy, but Bishop T.D. Jakes said it in the best way I can without gagging someone. I paraphrase. He said he'd rather live like there's a God, die, and find out there isn't one, than live like there isn't and find out there is! What a horror that would be! Every breath is a second toward the end of this life as we know it. Let's turn inside-out and rid the valley between. Why not rid the religious aspect and pursue a RELATIONSHIP with the Living God? Ask someone now!
Oh, by the way. I'm more like Dorothy than the Lion. She just needed the other to get to where she was going! Sound familiar?
This article was Inspired by fellow writer/comedian, Leslie Silverman, whose following post
created more followers than folks have reunions! Ya' gotta give it a read. (Thanks, Leslie!)
http://relijournal.com/christianity/i-confess-organized-religion-scares-the-hell-out-of-me/
