Mysteries Easily Accepted by Children
I remember that when we were young, or hear very often in the church or just about anywhere, we were introduced to Jesus as “Papa Jesus” and we accepted that. Children willingly accept Jesus as their “Papa Jesus”, never once questioning why there is another “papa” when 1 child can only have 1 papa (father). We called St. Mary as our “Mama Mary” without question. It was so easy to believe at that time that when we pray we really do talk to God and He really does hear us and He does listen to us. What has our lives, our personal experiences, our academic learning, and our relations done to our faith that as we age we begin to doubt the mysteries we were so willing to accept when we were kids? Yes, they were mysteries to us before and they still are mysteries to us now and, most likely, until we die.
Mysteries Stay the Same, We Change
I would be lying if I say that I never think of these things. I would be lying if I say that there hasn’t been a time that I’ve asked myself if the great men and women in the Bible are real. I would be lying if I say that I never wondered if there really is heaven, or hell for that matter. But as quick as these thoughts rush in, I slap myself mentally, as if to wake myself up from an evil trance. I feel stupid for thinking these thoughts because even though I try to form these questions, I still do have a personal relationship with God. I talk to Him like I would with my own biological father. I joke around with Him, I tell Him my worries, my secrets, my fears, my joys, and my downfalls. I go to Him for comfort and for guidance. I thank Him for the littlest things that are happening in my daily life. Thank Him for my lunch, for my clothes, my life, my husband, and the people I interact with everyday.
Face Your Faith Head-on
God bless everyone!
I have started my own journey in strengthening my faith in the past year, and it’s actually very liberating, but I’ve only just begun. I’ve started to feel like my heart could fly and not worry about a thing, my life is secured as long as I am in His grace. Sounds corny? But it’s a lot better than it sounds. And it’s not perfect. I still have a long way to go and I would like people to start their own personal journey too. My journey started out in the most subtle way possible… In the silence of my heart, where no one can see me, where no one can hear me, where no one can judge me… I just closed my eyes one day and became aware of a great hand that has held me throughout the most troubling times of my life, and all of a sudden, I have become aware of the beauty of life and everything that I have, people, places, events…