Religion doesn’t mean much to me. It is hypocrisy and excuse for judgement and violence. Faith, on the other hand, means everything to me. My relationship with God, my belief, my very existence-called into being from the dust of stars by God who knows me and loves me.
This ties into the reason I am on this Earth, to worship God and glorify God forever. As the song says, “When we sing to God in heaven, we will find such harmony. Born of all we’ve known together…” And these words bring solace to my soul when I’m hurting:
I will hold the Christ light for you, in the night-time of your fears. I will hold my hand out to you, speak the words you long to hear.
What words do I long to hear? I long to hear someday, but not too soon, “Well done, good and faithful servant.” I long to hear words from my children that tell me they are happy and safe and living full lives and lives with passion. I long to hear words of love, daily, and wrap my heart in them when I do. I long to hear other things too: “Your novel is a best seller and we’re going make a movie.” Or, “Ms.G, please let us write more!” “Ms.G, I can’t wait to give you my essay.” “Ms.G, I love poetry and English and all things Englishy!”
What? It could happen.