I have been reading about secret societies. I have learned in just a few pages that others have experienced Jesus in different ways. Not everyone sees Him as the Son of God and the Savior. Other religions have adopted the cross as a symbol and have a resurrection story in their cannon. I have to ask myself: Does it really matter?
The interesting part is that so many people have stories about Jesus living in that part of the world at that time that I think I have to believe that there was a historical Jesus. I also have to admit that given that most ordinary people didn’t keep records at that time, there isn’t much know about the historical Jesus. In fact, the stories could be an amalgamation of several people. I do know that a man lived at that time and that he probably had dark skin and hair. I think he looked like a Middle Eastern man would look. I also believe that he must have been a great teacher and he had a huge influence on anyone he taught. Beyond that, I think it really doesn’t matter because whatever really happened in his life has become unimportant.
What happens now is what I choose to believe about the spiritual teaching of Jesus. I choose to believe in a man who was and is the Son of God. I choose to believe in the idea of a Trinity. It makes sense to me because I was told God made man in His image. God was a man when He walked the earth, He is here now in spirit, and He is a Father of all as a Creator something beyond my understanding in the universe. I am human on this earth, but inside of me is a soul and when I die, I will become a part of the universe and understand that Father and Creator again.
It is strange that the stories we are told as children aren’t always the best ones for us. My mother told me all kinds of things that made me nervous and scared. And now that she’s free, I feel free to tell myself that the world is a safe and beautiful place. I was told for so long that I had to be a good girl so that I could get into Heaven and avoid Hell. Now that I am older, I don’t really care about it anymore, I just want to be grateful for what God has given me. I want to cherish my life and the love I have. And when I die, whatever happens I know I will go home to my Creator, my Father, and my God.
My faith saved me. My God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
