The wrong perspective
Start with what hurts…
Why does it hurt?
Why does the anxiety rise in my stomach when I know what your thinking?
Even though I know a perception is just a point of view and not an objective truth, that persons opinion effects, well, me…
Here is possibly an interesting note:
“There are very few people I want to be like, and I do not know why. Even growing up I found it hard to have a hero. I usually picked the generic Micheal Jordan or the summer blockbuster super hero for starters, but please do not mistake my lack of desire to be someone else as a sense of confidence in my inner being, because it is not the case… No, my lack of alter ego is due to the fact that I am wrestling with several very real and present egos competing for attention all in one body.”
The internal struggle of frustration has led me down paths of self awareness I would not soon travel again. However the need to understand, grow and change is a force with in me I can not contain.
This is how I understand the gift of Christ.
When I come to terms with my perspective of who I see myself as, and what I think others see me as, in light of what Christianity says I am, I get excited about the story of what Christ saw in his followers.
What a gift! Look no further than Mark, in the beginning picking the overlooked and outside the cloth. He picked the ones who failed. I can relate with that…
Then at the end of John when some of them go back to where he found them and return to the only craft they have known, he is waiting for them with a meal and a story.
I can relate with that…
When I start with the story of Jesus as the best representation of God’s love, I end with freedom…
thank you Jesus
