Jul 1, 2018

Wait . . . .before we talk about heaven.

When l was growing,developing,faith journey begins Despite Sunday school,open youth groups where wrestled with truths,small groups meeting`s. Sharing,developing commitment and countless church services where listened.Learning, talking about helping the poor, taking care of those in need, plus discovering the rules like loving your neighbour.
Sometimes rather deep breath, the sharp intake.There suddenly this deafening silence — even longing,searching,more questions.
Not really opposition — 
Cannot see support for the widow, whose fighting systemic injustice,when we are caring for the poorest of the poor, Try desperate to follow the examples of Jesus.
Deep commitment of time,money,resources.still addressing issues.....got to ask.
How does it make any sense? It doesn’t. . . .Does that make me an heretic?

Sometimes it Hurts faith in Jesus,the example of unanswered prayer, it not that it not true.
Not saying don't believe.
Stated simply that it does not make sense.
That hurts . . .always had this feeling of believing in God.of Jesus,of biblical principles but the lack of justice,mercy,humbleness in the Church . . .desire for answers to deal for poor,battle against poverty,other issues...that my fault position...that simply drags me into spiral of challenging moments...not faith crisis..its belief.Here l stand ,but minus the outcomes we seek.
It doesn't make sense . . . .

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. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"