Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
You could say that words have become a large part of my life since I was a child. I was one of the first in the Xanga blogging community, compiling hundreds of entries across multiple sites.
Writing has been a passion of mine that my parents identified as a gift. While I didn’t appreciate it at the time, the children in our family would have to write “themes” about movies we watched; sharpening both our writing and ability to summarize large ideas into more digestible words.
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
As time has gone by, I’ve grown as a man. I look back at the experiences, places, and people that have come together to form this thing called “life”.
I found myself wandering from place to place, and boomeranged outside of the christian church to find myself rejecting their institutionalized message of hope; leaving its walls to search and find the water that would quench my thirst, eternally.
So, I went to places that I hadn’t been to before, attempting to find truth that would fill me from the inside-out.
My obsession with truth became a bit like a treasure hunt; ravenously opening doors that led to experiences I wanted to taste, touch, see, hear, and feel with my own existence.
There will be another blog on the whimsical world of the metaphysical / spiritual / new age doors. Today is not that day. I can tell you they serve their purpose as fence posts, showing when we’ve come too far from our original purpose.
There is a very stark difference between using these tools to elevate/worship yourself, versus leveraging them as a connection point of love.
This year, two people have made very strong impacts on my life – Steve and Azar. I could write entire books (and I will) reflecting the lessons they have taught me about life, and Infinite Love.
When I circled back to the christian church, my biggest gripe with the religion is that there’s a lethargic attitude of judgement that does not resonate with my understanding of Infinite Love (or G-d).
Let me unpack that statement…
Many individuals I’ve come across, in a church or outside of it, often maintain very high opinions that cause division and strife between those they don’t understand. E.g. Muslims, homosexuals, other religions, or ethnicities.
It’s much easier to hold an unfounded judgement in your heart than it is to take off your wings and hop into the arena of understanding.
Jesus came at a time where religious institution had replaced the heart of longing for Infinite Love. His words were against those who had made a mockery of their position as “elect”.
And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.
Any faith or religion can function just as properly – or as poorly – as the mystical world of charms and spells, when there is selfish intent behind those who teach it.
There can be a light in any darkness. Any light in darkness will overpower the dark, serving as a guiding light for the lost.
You, me, we…we are that light. All of the religious dogma in the world will never replace the heart of a servant that seeks to show Infinite Love to ALL.
In any relationship, we have to give an account for our actions and deeds. Life is no different.
The things that have carried my heart to Peace, Forgiveness, and Infinite Love have been fleeting reflections; unable to keep for myself, while unable to claim authorship.
This morning, somebody asked me what my version of leadership looked like.