Sometimes it feels like I was born into the wrong civilization. I don’t relate with Western culture and the functional lack of spirituality. Even Christianity, a religion to which I am deeply loyal, seems insufficient, at least at times, at least for me, maybe not in matters of the human heart, but in the suffering of the human psyche.
The ancients seemed to have a much higher grasp on what it meant to be human. The sophistication of the Western world has completely neutered its humanity. Christians assault each other with the endless diagnostics of sin. Humans are idolatrous. Humans are selfish. Humans are corrupt. Even the good we do is sinful.
I can’t take it anymore.
It’s like a walking death. We are the walking dead.
I want to see the good in people. I want to believe that there are two sides to every person, not just the unavoidable one.
How can we stand to live so disconnected from our bodies and souls?
In Eastern religions they fear evil spirits and worship the trees. As Christians we worship the Maker of the trees, the God of the spirits, the Ruler of even the underworld.
The Spirit of God breaths life into people. The apostle Paul is the perfect example of a man who creates his own reality by seeing the worst, but believing the best.
“Neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor men who submit to or perform homosexual acts, nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards, nor verbal abusers, nor swindlers, will inherit the kingdom of God.”
And such were some of you. It was me who was that person.
I don’t want to be that person. I am not that person anymore.
Stop telling me that’s who I am.
“But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified, in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God.”