I heard the most amazing description of what it is like to take ecstasy today. It is supposed to be a deep honest self-examination of yourself and your life without any self-hatred or self-judgement, instead you are just filled with an overwhelming sense of love and self-acceptance. Who wouldn’t want to take that drug?
I don’t want to advocate taking the drug, but the description makes it sound awesome. And yeah, if I could swallow a pill and do that it would be pretty cool, but pills wear off. It might help for a little while, but what about the long term?
Faith does for me what ecstasy does, except there’s one huge catch: it requires work. Every day, I have to choose to believe in God. Every day, I have to struggle to understand the miracle of God’s grace and His love for me. Some days are great, and some days aren’t. On the days that aren’t, I find myself lost and praying for God’s guidance. On the good days, I find myself filled with a sense of love and peace with myself and for my brothers and sister in Christ. Then, every once in a while, I get these amazing days, when I feel my heart lift up inside of my chest and my mind feels free of all the worries that usually burden it, and for a moment, I get to see myself the way that God sees me. On those days, I know that that feeling is better than any drug I could ever take.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
