I begin life with no say in the matter – a seed and an
egg – planted in my mother’s womb. It’s as simple as that. I end life with little say in the matter – dust and bone –
planted in the under-ground – in mother earth – in a tomb. And in between those two moments – birth and death – I
can become conscious. About: life. About: the gift of life. Why me? And I spend my life figuring - chasing – and doing more figuring – about family,
work, religion, relationships, commuting, weekends, sports, reading, education,
exercise, etc., etc., etc. Life. Love. The
different people I have met. Relationships…. Discoveries …. People I like….
People who have taught me so much…. People who are fascinating, different,
interesting …. Life. Love. Light. I search for meaning – to become enlightened. I look into religions for deeper
understandings – turning corners – a second, third, and fourth looks -
and many times – where I have been before seems so, so different – than before - the older I get. Christianity …. Judaism …. Muslim …. Buddhism …. Hinduism
…. Atheism …. Ideas …. Nuances …. Challenges …. I spend time thinking that religion is ideas, systems,
theology, teaching, organization. Jesus. I discover Jesus as a person – not just a word or words
in a Bible – but as word made flesh – dwelling among us – a person – a presence
to wrap my life around. “Religion” – as someone described it: “It’s what you wrap
your life around.” Jesus: Life…. Light….
Love,,,. Jesus: the one who promises to be there after I become
dust and disappearance – distance – when I am on the other side of the tomb.
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