What I Don’t Miss
Yesterday, as I was scrolling through Facebook, I was rather alarmed at all the fights and divisions that were taking place.
Over what? Predestination. Sin. Heaven and Hell. Authority. Bible. Divine inspiration. And theologians are differentiating themselves, elevating themselves over lesser ones and claiming their tribe is better than yours. On and on and on.
I mean, my thought was, “People are going crazy!”
But then, almost immediately, I felt a kind of peace.
You see, I used to feel invested in those arguments. Not anymore.
I’m not saying some of these issues aren’t important. What I am saying is that I no longer feel that it is emotionally necessary for me to give my two cents.
Because life is taking place elsewhere. I’ve discovered that there is so much anxiety there and so much peace here.
Now, once in a while I like a good fight. There are times I enter into the ring and put my metaphorical gloves on and fight for what I think is right. But I don’t have to stay there.
For example, the whole argument about Hell and its nature. I’m beyond that now. It’s like arguing about how many angels can sit on the head of a pin for me now. There is no pin. Are there even angels?
I bet many of you are the same way. You’ve moved on beyond the tempests in tea pots. Now you’re merrily merrily life is but a dream.
Peace and love, my friends,