To Touch the Divine
I need some help here.
Yesterday, I went over to my neighbor’s house to tell her why I had not answered her knocking on my door the last few days.
“We lost our dog, we are just very sad. I was in bed when you came, but, I just didn’t want to sit around and talk.” I’m so sorry I didn’t answer the door.” I felt bad about it, because I really needed a shoulder, a friend, but I hardly know my neighbor and every time we have talked, it was about how I was…a sinner. I knew I couldn’t cope with her long suffering tries at trying to save me…
By the way, she knows nothing about me at all.
It seems to be her mission. Frankly, I’m getting a bit tired of being lectured to every time I see her.
You see, she and her husband run a small ‘church’ in a strip mall. A lot of those going up around the area. I haven’t been to a church in years, but that doesn’t mean, I’m NOT religious. No, in fact, I feel very spiritual. I was raised a Methodist, and someday I’ll write about my thoughts on the various religions and churches, and such, but let’s just say, I’ve read the Bible Three times all the way through, and I believe everyone, gets different comfort from that read, and can read it forever, and it brings hope, comfort, insight, isn’t that what it was meant to do?
It’s a GREAT book. Filled with wisdom. Like capitalism, Christianity is the best religion on the planet. She knows that how I feel, but it’s not enough for her.
She invited me in, and we made small talk for a few minutes. Then I saw her reach for her bible.
We got into the same arguments. Jesus died for my sins, and… Christ IS The lord, (I say he’s the son of God) She says he IS GOD. It’s semantics and it’s really silly to me.
We really get into that one, she thinks I’m just an idiot. BUT…I guess I was tired and had honestly come to get to know her better, ask her about her life, and all…but she always goes to trying to ‘save’ me.
(I don’t think that’s possible, and I tell her that if the whole world are sinners, she certainly is wasting her time on me.)
But then, she opened her Bible. And read to me. It was already marked.
I listened. And then the argument came. She said that ALL babies are born sinners.
Sorry. I don’t buy that. I don’t care if the Bible says so, an innocent baby just born, is NOT a sinner.
“But the baby is. Because that baby doesn’t know right from wrong.” She keeps on with this argument.
Now if she had said, the baby is born without knowledge of right and wrong, I could accept that. But that’s not what she claims SHE claims that the baby IS a sinner. Born that way. Doomed to hell from the start.
She also told me to kill every mouse that I caught in my house. They were horrible creatures.
I didn’t kill them. I took them to a nice wood to live another day. Sorry…
Aren’t religious people supposed to be compassionate? Wasn’t Jesus compassionate?
What am I missing here?
My husband called, I told her I had to go. She smiled very condescendingly and said, “I still like you!” as I walked out almost fuming back to my house.
“I JUST lost my dog…and no, you do NOT like me. “
When I got home, my anger surprised me. But then again, I don’t care. A baby in the womb, or born, is NOT a sinner. It’s my opinion and I’m sticking to it.
And you know what? I don’t think Jesus would think that either.
What do my readers say? IS a baby born a sinner? Mmmmmm…..
Well, anyway, here’s a beautiful sound in a beautiful setting….And imagine being there to here it.
Enjoy!