Post by gruntal on Sept 4, 2022 16:22:26 GMT
Every so often I reminisce. Go on the Internet to flush out vestiges of my past. In my case it is not so much pleasant because I have changed my mind; indeed changed my very MINDSET; about rather a lot of things. I wonder how I could have been so complacent and naive in my youth. I still fear meeting one I knew long ago that just assumes I still think that way. Just assumes. What do I tell them?
The first time I went to the First Brethren Church where I lived I was just a kid. The other kids were loud, boisterous, not always very nice. The longer I stayed until my later college years the more the less motivated left or were weeded out. I was challenged as a young adult to make a commitment to God and get baptized. I wanted to do the right thing but I felt hesitant.
I needed time to think out the God and religion thing.
Needless to say I don't feel like I abandoned anything. I went beyond it. Instead of avoiding eye contact and glancing down and muttering " I am not a Christian anymore" I want to share with those in my past the wonderful things I have learned about the Cosmos and spirituality. I hope those people would be proud of me instead of admonishing me how Jesus still loves me even if I strayed from the path.
The Facebook page of Grace Brethren Church Long Beach shows happy smiling faces. I recognize the building I saw built in 1964 and then attended. Who am I to break all that happiness with my cynical attitude? But looking back I paid a terrible price to be there in being so complacent.
It wasn't the first time I had to leave when I felt the answers I sought were wearing out my welcome. It will not be the last. Institutions come and go; buildings crumble; our personalities may change as we get older. 1 Corinthians 9. At one level we are all in this together so that no one will be left behind. But at another level we as individuals should not be ashamed if we seem to be running from or ahead of the pack.
We all have a personal race to win.
The first time I went to the First Brethren Church where I lived I was just a kid. The other kids were loud, boisterous, not always very nice. The longer I stayed until my later college years the more the less motivated left or were weeded out. I was challenged as a young adult to make a commitment to God and get baptized. I wanted to do the right thing but I felt hesitant.
I needed time to think out the God and religion thing.
Needless to say I don't feel like I abandoned anything. I went beyond it. Instead of avoiding eye contact and glancing down and muttering " I am not a Christian anymore" I want to share with those in my past the wonderful things I have learned about the Cosmos and spirituality. I hope those people would be proud of me instead of admonishing me how Jesus still loves me even if I strayed from the path.
The Facebook page of Grace Brethren Church Long Beach shows happy smiling faces. I recognize the building I saw built in 1964 and then attended. Who am I to break all that happiness with my cynical attitude? But looking back I paid a terrible price to be there in being so complacent.
It wasn't the first time I had to leave when I felt the answers I sought were wearing out my welcome. It will not be the last. Institutions come and go; buildings crumble; our personalities may change as we get older. 1 Corinthians 9. At one level we are all in this together so that no one will be left behind. But at another level we as individuals should not be ashamed if we seem to be running from or ahead of the pack.
We all have a personal race to win.