I am wild about comparative religions; I wonder why people believe what they believe and exactly what they believe. I wonder, with the pattern finding craziness of a mathematician, how beliefs interconnect and how we are all alike more than dislike.
But, along with this study, come disturbing heart shrinking moments when the veil is lifted and you see what others, in their separate beliefs, think about you.
And it hurts.
No matter how many times I hear "speak the truth with love," I always return to what they really mean to say which is more along the lines of the words "cult," "not the REAL Jesus," and "you're not really saved and your mom's not really in heaven," and my heart gets crushed every time. And I begin to wonder if any of us, with differing beliefs, can ever really be friends; how can someone be my friend when they think so little of me and the things that I hold the most precious to my heart?
I'm amused by the idea of cults and our discriminatory attitudes toward what we perceive as cults. Wasn't Christianity a cult back-in-the day? Freaks. ;)
ReplyDeletelol - :) Just what I needed to hear. I love you Kari!
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