“The Pieces” the book and this blog, started out from scraps of paper I would write and save. Usually from a morning meditation or a scripture that called to me. In time, I had an envelope full of these scraps and a desire in my heart to share The Good News with those who may be like minded; but more so – those who weren’t. Those who needed a new lease on life.
Since the book was published and this blog read; I’ve received very good feedback. Thanks for all who have followed my personal walk of faith. I haven’t updated a few parts; that I became Catholic at Easter, 2019. Or that I still am close to the two other churches I was involved with; Episcopalian and UU. I’ve never believed God puts a “stamp of approval” on a certain religion, but I do believe you must be born again (walk a life of faith) to enter the Kingdom of God. And that you must dislodge selfishness and share the love of Christ with all.
There is an old song by The Imperials, I heard today on Pandora, it’s called “Old Buddha” It’s a reminder that the most charismatic or born again Christian, or lifelong Baptist won’t get into heaven if he hates another.
Hate is a hard pill. We all have experienced, either personally or through life the past year. It’s not always about race, gender, sometimes people just decide to hate others because they were raised that way, or they would rather agree/disagree than have a voice.
This post does seem to be going every which way, right? Sometimes my brain isn’t connected with my fingers typing, but God authors these posts, so I just have to go with it. May you be blessed in your daily lives. Take time for prayer, gratitude, and love for your neighbor.
Today I’d like to share part of my testimony with you, which – until this morning, I didn’t realize I had! God doesn’t really work in mysterious ways, He reveals what we can handle!
The biggest source of healing in my life, has been emotional. All of my broken pieces have been soldered back together; not at one time, but over a period of many years. God has restored relationships and even healed memories.
The biggest eye opener for me; is that I left God behind, He never left. NEVER. He was always there, available to me if only I had asked. But I didn’t ask. Instead I let disappointment fuel my anger towards God. Some might say that is blasphemy, but I believe more than anything, God wants our honesty, he desires a close relationship with me. How can it be close if it’s superficial? God has seen me at my absolute worst, not many of us have gotten that close to another human being. “Warts and all” a description to sum up what God accepts from me.
Share your testimony, here or with another. Let the story of your life be a ‘saving piece.’