Tonight I attended the Good Friday service at my church. It was a quiet and meditative time, and I carried away some thoughts I’d like to share with you.
I respect people of all faiths and religions, as well as those who have no religion at all. I believe we are all connected by the same Power.
I can only speak from the belief system that I have chosen to follow, and then, even more specifically, from my understanding of that belief system.
My faith is far from perfect. Sometimes it’s feeble. My commitment to my belief system has been spotty and unreliable.
I have many issues with organized religion stemming from my religious scrupulosity, one of the manifestations of my obsessive-compulsive disorder.
I am a doubter, a wanderer. I sometimes look at others who seem to have an unwavering faith and wish I could be like them.
I am in no position to teach anyone else about how to live a good and faithful life.
I still come before the cross.
I come before the cross, sometimes in despair, sometimes with my unending desires to know how to live a good and meaningful life, and sometimes because there is nowhere else to go.
At tonight’s service, we had a time of meditation on the cross, and anyone who wished to do so could go and kneel before the cross to pray and meditate.
Before the cross tonight, I didn’t pray much. I just tried to absorb the moment and think about what the minister had said in prayer: that we learn from Jesus’ carrying the cross how to carry our crosses.
To each of you, wherever you are in life, God’s grace and peace and blessings.