Dear one,
I am a spiritual being. Though neither Catholic nor Baptist, my spirituality is no less real and no less valid than my Christian counterparts. I believe that compassion, acceptance, and understanding are far more important than liturgies, sermons, and hymns.
My church is not four walls, a pulpit and a steeple; It is wherever I am, wherever I need it. My church is when I hold my breath in appreciation after struggling to capture the perfect words to finish a chapter. My church is when my hands are in the dirt, participating in the elegant symphony that is nature. My church is when I hear or say ‘I Love You’ and I’m touched by the infinite magic that is held in those words.
Each of you are my preacher and my parishioner and I’m constantly humbled by how much we have to teach and to learn from one another. I am thankful for each lesson.
I tithe every day by taking some precious time to listen to a friend talk about what is bothering them, even when I know I don’t have the time to do so. At those moments I am dipping into my reserves and giving it away to someone who needs it more urgently at that moment than I do.
I have faith in myself. I have faith in my partners and in the love that binds us. I have faith in the people I call friends and loved ones. My spirituality is not a part of me, I am a part of my spirituality.
Never forget that I love you, and that excludes no one.
Love,
