(from http://inillotempore.com)At 5, I thought Gd was an invisible little girl who understood me and would talk with me when I was alone in my room.
At 15, I thought Gd was a mystical connection between all living things.
After 25, if Gd exists, I'm hoping Gd laughs as I contemplate what I understand about Him... Her... Whatever.
At 5, since we're all Gd's children, I thought Jesus was my big brother.
At 15, I thought Jesus was a myth used by the church to distract me from searching for more answers to why we're all here.
After 25, I think the Jesus saga is a great love story.
At 5, I thought the Holy Spirit was that "song high above the trees" from that "Do You Hear What I Hear?" Christmas carol.
At 15, I thought the Holy Spirit was adrenaline.
After 25, I think the Holy Spirit could only be the "spirit" or "feeling" of any spiritual practice, gathering, or prayer.
At 5, I thought the Bible was the most boring book ever.
At 15, I thought the Bible was a tool for argument to divide people further than they would have all on their own.
After 25, I think the Bible is a historical document that is more worth studying in Medieval Latin or its original languages.
At 5, I thought heaven was made of clouds and my room was lined with bookshelves that I could read on a comfy chair of white fluff.
At 15, I thought heaven was just for grandmothers.
After 25, I hope that heaven is more like a step 2 for existence... if it exists at all.
At 5, I thought hell was that red hot tub in the core of the earth from the Yosemite Sam Looney Tunes episode where one got prune-y in the waters listening to bad jokes.
At 15, I decided hell did not exist.
After 25, I think the only hell that makes sense is the one that one creates for himself or herself.
At 5, I thought prayer was like making a Christmas list.
At 15, I was paranoid about remembering all my loved ones every night so that if Gd existed, He/She would not forget to watch other them.
At 25, I see prayer as a way to focus, to meditate, and to concentrate good energy so that one can go on alone and answer his or her own questions...
At 5, I thought pastors and spiritual leaders were wise people.
At 15, I thoughts pastors and spiritual leaders were not to be trusted.
After 25, I think pastors and spiritual leaders truly touched by something divine or enlightening are rare and potentially valuable educators.
At 15, I thought Gd was a mystical connection between all living things.
After 25, if Gd exists, I'm hoping Gd laughs as I contemplate what I understand about Him... Her... Whatever.
At 5, since we're all Gd's children, I thought Jesus was my big brother.
At 15, I thought Jesus was a myth used by the church to distract me from searching for more answers to why we're all here.
After 25, I think the Jesus saga is a great love story.
At 5, I thought the Holy Spirit was that "song high above the trees" from that "Do You Hear What I Hear?" Christmas carol.
At 15, I thought the Holy Spirit was adrenaline.
After 25, I think the Holy Spirit could only be the "spirit" or "feeling" of any spiritual practice, gathering, or prayer.
At 5, I thought the Bible was the most boring book ever.
At 15, I thought the Bible was a tool for argument to divide people further than they would have all on their own.
After 25, I think the Bible is a historical document that is more worth studying in Medieval Latin or its original languages.
At 5, I thought heaven was made of clouds and my room was lined with bookshelves that I could read on a comfy chair of white fluff.
At 15, I thought heaven was just for grandmothers.
After 25, I hope that heaven is more like a step 2 for existence... if it exists at all.
At 5, I thought hell was that red hot tub in the core of the earth from the Yosemite Sam Looney Tunes episode where one got prune-y in the waters listening to bad jokes.
At 15, I decided hell did not exist.
After 25, I think the only hell that makes sense is the one that one creates for himself or herself.
At 5, I thought prayer was like making a Christmas list.
At 15, I was paranoid about remembering all my loved ones every night so that if Gd existed, He/She would not forget to watch other them.
At 25, I see prayer as a way to focus, to meditate, and to concentrate good energy so that one can go on alone and answer his or her own questions...
At 5, I thought pastors and spiritual leaders were wise people.
At 15, I thoughts pastors and spiritual leaders were not to be trusted.
After 25, I think pastors and spiritual leaders truly touched by something divine or enlightening are rare and potentially valuable educators.
At 5, I thought people of other religions were distant cousins with more interesting stories than my church would tell.
At 15, I thought people of other religions were lucky.
After 25, I appreciate the thoughts of people from other religions whose fragments I find most sensible I collect to form the conglomerate of my own custom-made spirituality.
At 15, I thought people of other religions were lucky.
After 25, I appreciate the thoughts of people from other religions whose fragments I find most sensible I collect to form the conglomerate of my own custom-made spirituality.
Here's to what evolves after 35...
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