The statement in my Twitter profile “clinging to the cross” isn’t much about comfort to me – eternal protection of my soul by God, or even hope in better things to come in this life or the next, and hopefully not just a platitude to ease my conscience and feel better about my screw-ups.
It is a desperate reach for meaning, to find my identity in trying to follow the lead of the supreme act of love and reconciliation recorded for us. To love as he loves, and love who he loves. If there is hope, it is that the hell we’ve created for ourselves and passed down on earth can be redeemed, and this reality isn’t final or unchanging. If there is confidence, it is that Truth has revealed itself in a life and demonstration of love which draws everything to itself. If there is comfort, it is that my path is both clear and not final, and the abuses in my past can only win if I don’t learn and pass on the love that subverts the corruption that enabled it, and break its vicious cycle.
This is what my faith means to me today.
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So very well said.
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Yes.
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