I have several friends who are priests, or ministers of one sort or another, but I have not been a church goer for some time. Today I tuned in to my friend's service online and heard his sermon. It was based on the Gospel of St. Paul, but it spoke to me in what might be a somewhat different picture. One that fits in more with what my heart believes to be true.
I saw people watching their teacher, their friend, their son suffer and die. His pain as the spikes were driven through innocent hands made their hearts ache. The vulnerability of a body hung from a pole until he died a long terrible death while they watched helplessly drove them to find meaning in it all.
They would do anything to stop that suffering!
They would give up their sinful ways.
They would try to lead better lives in his memory.
To me it does not matter that he was a son of God. I believe we are all children of god, the creator, the universe that allowed us to evolve into the people we are today, but that death was a focal point. A place to begin. One of those threads to hold onto when there is nothing else available.
And if that works in the worst of times, think what it might do in the best?
When the light touches our hearts we are blessed. Opening our hearts through prayer, or meditation is a good way to stay in touch with that light. If someone is willing to love me enough to help me, to share the responsibility for my burdens then I am blessed. A savior by any name is a savior.
And I believe in all that.
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