1/3
All my life I’ve felt that something about religion and our culture didn’t add up. Something was missing. Something else was counterfeit. I’ve felt this way even as a young child, 6-7 year’s old, sitting in Sunday school surrounded by other happily singing children. As I grew older and became an adult, I rejected the Word as it was presented as being a package deal with organized religion.
Decades later, after years of hard won wisdom and spurred by an urgent need for personal growth, I revisited my sense of discordance to try and resolve it.
1.5/3
I awoke.
I searched and listened.
I scoffed and dismissed much only to return to it, not wanting to believe.
I crossed the cascade of realization that much of my ‘knowledge’ was coarse lies.
I started over to rebuild what is provable vs what was merely accepted.
I learn every day and see with new eyes.
As with most who have dug this deep, I now recognize that everything returns to the Message of Love from Jesus. Everything. Whether reached by searching with one’s heart or with cold logic; the conclusion is inescapable. The shadows prove that there is light
