“Do you believe in God?”
Posted by Warm Southern Breeze on Sunday, September 12, 2010
“Do you believe in God?,” she looked at me and inquired innocently.
“Yes I do,” I replied, looking into her eyes.
“So do I,” she responded boldly.
That question was put to me a young child, under age 12. Her statement also brought to mind the words of Christ as recorded in John’s Gospel, chapter 14, verse one, “Do not let your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in Me.”
Earlier, my new friend – the girl’s father – jestingly announced to those present at the cookout that “Don’t y’all be doing any damn cussing or shit like that around him, ’cause he goes to church.”
And that I do.
I do attend Mass. I make effort to attend regularly.
One thing, however, I am not perfect. I am a sinner. I attend a “hospital for sinners,” and it’s called “church.”
I don’t make any snobbish boast of my faith, per se, but rather live it in a rather matter-of-fact fashion. I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
I don’t have all the answers, either.
The thing I think about religion, and how it applies to me and my life, is that the message of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, the Holy Spirit of God, and my faith and understanding are changing me. It is changing me to be a gentle man, a kind man, compassionate man, a loving and tender man. It’s not that I wasn’t those things beforehand, but that the “dross” of my life – the selfishness, the anger, the impatience, the bitterness, the clamor, etc., – is being removed bit by bit, day by day.
Bear in mind also, that the process of removing the sludge of one’s life isn’t always easy, nor is it pain-free.
Some feel they don’t need religion, and perhaps they don’t. I however, do. For I am a weak man – and as the childrens’ song says, “Little ones to Him belong, we are weak, but He is strong. Yes, Jesus loves me, yes Jesus loves me, yes, Jesus loves me, the Bible tells me so.”