“I could hear the church bells ringing
They pealed aloud your praise
The member’s faces were smiling
With their hands out stretched to shake
It’s true they did not move me
My heart was hard and tired
Their perfect fire annoyed me
I could not find you anywhere”
”Secret of the Easy Yoke” ~ Pedro the Lion
Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
I am so tired of hearing all of our beliefs broken down into the oversimplified “us against them”. I am weary of watching people brave enough to work out their faith on their own feet being brought down to their knees by the attacks of others insecurity. I have no more desire to be the vampire on the outside looking in on the healthy well-fed dogma of others.
I don’t have bracelets with cute acronyms; joy can be far too fleeting and elusive. I am not orthodox by any stretch of the imagination – but I feel pretty orthodox to myself.
My beliefs are not like stones, they change from day to day, from month to month, from year to year; most days are not still. There are brief moments when all of this make sense, but most of the time, I am just drifting from outpost to outpost, from shore to shore.
Simple faith eludes me, simple joys elude me. I don’t hear God’s voice and I am almost sure I’ve never seen Him. Your buildings, pews and bright lights do not move me.
I only pray that whoever, or whatever God is, that he/she loves us all.