Let me preface with this disclaimer. My mother is kind and quite lovely. On subjects where we disagree, however, she sticks her heels in and is veritably unmovable.
Suffice to say that we disagree on two things. One, comma usage, is more an armchair argument, a question of style. See, she would not have allowed that sentence.
Instead she would have it read: One, comma usage, is more an armchair argument. A question of style.
Or perhaps: One, comma usage, is more an armchair argument; a question of style.
I find this so fascinating that I think we should vote. Stop reading and vote now.
The other subject that invokes just as much passion but possibly more tortured-soul angst is the state of my soul. I tried to think of a way to have that come out as a pun but either I've lost my lame humorous abilities or there really wasn't a way.
I truly, firmly, and from the bottom of my heart, believe that as long as a person is seeking something and their heart is pure, that the way they find will lead them to something good. Nirvana, heaven, whatever you want to call it. I do not believe that Christianity is that way. Or rather, let me rephrase. I do not believe that Christianity is the only way.
Every spiritual path offers something. Dependent on time and place, meaning time of life as well as historical time and place meaning place in culture as well as place geographically, a truly searching person will find the path best suited.
It is impossible for me to find that spiritual peace within a Christian context. It is so interesting, how little things that we read/hear/see can illuminate. Sometimes grandly, sometimes quietly. I read on this blog (profanity alert) the most interesting post on religion. She speaks about the rituals of her childhood faith and the comfort they bring to her. Spot on, I say. I love to go to the Lutheran church on Christmas Eve; take solace in the familiar words. The hymns. The same-ness of it all. But somehow I cannot make the leap that practicing that faith will bring me peace.
My father would say that is my human nature and my stubborn will. Perhaps in the end he will have the last laugh, I'm not so sure. I can say without a doubt that it is not anything but my truth that leads me to know that my own saving will come not in any of the buildings with which I am familiar but rather within a quiet and very personal spiritual experience.
And that's okay with me.