The history of me and the church
During my youth, I was MADE to go to my parents Anglican church. I always felt their good attitudes was ingenuine, and the way they live their lives contradicted what I knew about how Jesus lived his life. I grew very bitter throughout the years towards the church until I started working at my current job....weird hey? The company I work for now is a "Christian" (I use this term very loosely as Christianity was created by man, not by the God and generally divides people instead of uniting them) owned company which has all the common flaws of any other company out there, but one thing it has, that I've never experienced before, are people who live and breath what they believe. Now in saying that, nobody is perfect, we are human after all. I've seen more love and encouragement from my peers here then anyone else in my life. I saw exactly what was lacking in my parents church and most churches I've experienced.Now my life is changed. Yes I believe in The Holy Trinity. But I also believe that Church is more then just a building and more than a denomination. The church is a unified organism of followers that flow through any barriers that people have setup to either gain profit, restrict true knowledge or hide from God. As cheesy as this sounds, the church is love and community.
So now here I am. I gave up Christianity to follow Christ.
If you're looking for truth, then truly look with all your heart and soul. Read books like The Irresistible Revolution, or any book about Mother Theresa,St. Francis of Assisi or better yet, read The New Testament and in doing so, you will start to look through the smoke, which is Christianity, and see the truth, which is and has been staring you right in the face your whole life. Take a look at the world and all of it's beauty and wonder and ask yourself, "How is all this possible?" But you will also ask yourself, "If there is a God, how can he let all the injustice and pain in the world happen." The best I can do towards answering that in this book I just read.
Two guys are talking to each other, and one of them says he has a question for God. He wants to ask why God allows all of this poverty and war and suffering to exist in the world. And his friend says, "Well, why don't you ask him?" The fellow shakes his head and says he is scared. When his friend asks why, he mutters, "I'm scared God will ask me the same question."
Or a quote I read.
Over and over, when I ask God why all of these injustices are allowed to exist in the world, I can feel the Spirit whisper to me, "You tell me why WE allow this to happen. You are my body, my hands and my feet."
So what am I trying to say here? I don't really know at this point. All I know is that God is putting something very heavy on my heart and it's my job to seek the truth with all my soul. Stay tuned.
posted by Terrance Wills @ 1:13 p.m.
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