One of my foremost goals in life right now is to keep focus on what is really important in life. I’ve been taught to survive academically, financially and socially, but not emotionally/spiritually. I spend most of my time figuratively laying eggs and distributing them among too many baskets to keep track of, trying to build a safety net for my future. Its not money I strive for, but the freedom and security it offers. I’m often too stressed to function and other important parts of my life, like the present and my relationships, get neglected. There is no doubt that I need something to ground me.
I attend Westwood Church in Saint Cloud, MN with my best friend who grew up attending the church. Having a companion who respects my beliefs is very helpful, and I’m pretty vague when I speak with members about my beliefs because both their beliefs and my own are probably not negotiable and I don’t want to jeopardize my welcome there.
I think church is a place where many good people congregate. At this time, I believe their influence can only help me. I think they and I are all headed in the same direction- to be better people, to live consciously, to navigate through problems and not let them defeat you, and come out the other side stronger.
There are many inconsistencies within the bible and in churches everywhere, things I have gut feelings are wrong like living today thinking about the consequences effecting my after-life destination, but I can still attend services at Westwood and practice tolerance of different beliefs as I’d hope they’d practice with me. I go to church because it invokes thoughts about what’s important in life. I go to listen, reflect and write my thoughts on paper. Whether I agree or disagree with things said at the service, I always take something good home with me.
Last Sunday there was a reluctant girl of about 19 brought to the service by her dad. She snapped at him loudly during parts of it and made loud sighs while holding the bridge of her nose. I wish I had an opportunity to tell her that her dad probably didn’t expect her to buy into Christianity, but just wanted to know that his daughter is on the right path. It’s his job to try. If I could have shared my point of view with her about the services maybe she could take some and leave some like I do and walk away a better person, perhaps even make more effort to understand her dad.
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