Give us this day our daily bread
Somewhere along the path of searching for meaning, for hope and for solace, I couldn't help but think about the idea of faith, and what it truly encompasses in my life. For most of my childhood and adolescence, it was nothing more than a habitual routine that corresponded with Christian holidays and Sunday mornings. It was always a second thought, if that.But then that abysmally bleak and wretched year and a half of my life began its fiery onset, and even now, if I don't catch myself quickly enough, it's entirely too easy to fall back into those depths of despair. I find that it is the outstretched, wiry arm of faith that always pulls me back into this reality, this world of semi-comfort and mostly complacency.
Although I tend to shirk the judgmental glances and avoid being stereotyped into one of those people who allots time each and every Sunday and occasionally a few days therein to church, I stand upright and defensively for what this means to me personally and symbolically. Interminably, and throughout the course of this existence, a considerable reason for this sacred praxis is repentance for all the things I have done and for all the things I should have done. But with increasing sheer magnitude is my knowledge of self within continuous time and space, and the emblem of spirituality I hold with highest importance. People will come and go, love you, hate you and hurt you, but each of us, as individual mortal entities endowed with both the immaterial and material, has a chance for beatitude, for a blissful life. It is only when thise sense of self-worth has been idealized and then accomplished that we can perchance endeavor to truly experience love and life.
posted by Sheila @ 11/02/2004 03:38:00 AM
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