A New Religion (Somewhat Mature)
It was through you I found that love could not be focused like a laser beam without destroying all it touched. Instead, love must be like a star shining brightly in all directions. What it touches, it reveals.
It was through you I found that love could not be focused like a laser beam without destroying all it touched. Instead, love must be like a star shining brightly in all directions. What it touches, it reveals.
I am clearing space in my life. I’m not sure for what, but I am sure that for some reason I am making room in my life for something that is not currently present in […]
It leads me to wonder what version of Christianity conservatives suggest we were founded on; the one Jesus lived or the one they have created in their heads as their own. That’s an easy answer because the Jesus I have read about is nothing like the Christian conservatives of America.
A man walked into church one day. He looked haggard, tired, unkempt and his clothes were unwashed and wrinkled as if he had slept in them for days. He could not help but notice the stares of the congregation as he moved to a pew near the back of the building.
Yes, this was Love for him. It was the Kingdom of God he might never have seen if not for those eyes. It was the Garden of Eden he was cast out of when he became ashamed of his nakedness. It was the realization that of the million lifetimes he had felt course through his moments this one exposed the Truth of truths.
I look around in my box, this place I have built for myself that somehow feels safe. As the storm rages out there I see the beginnings of truth. This box is painful. Each piece of timber laid, each window set, each nail driven a testament to pain.