Friends and enemies
For some reason I like people that are religious. Saturday night at the Tori Tribute, Lisa, that organized the event, is Buddhist. My former co-worker and friend, Jennifer is Chinese and was raised as much as possible, Muslim. I don't think she was raised very religious, though. But she is soulful. Just a couple of weeks ago, we had house guests that are "wanna be" missionaries and well on they're way to raising the funding with Wycliffe to do just that. And then there's Frank and Jill, minister of youth and music minister. We go on vacation with them at least somewhere once a year and have done so for 20 years. We met them for lunch Sunday. We used to be religious. But now I am a skeptic. A soulful skeptic. Especially with all this mumbo jumbo goin' on between the Christians, Jews and Muslims. Makes me skeptical. mmm? What would Jesus do? What would Moses do? What would "his name is so holy, it can not be spoken or written" do? Makes me shudder when I think of it. Geeze. I'd be mad. We are given all this beauty and we trash it. I like people that aren't too sure but KNOW there is something more. Somehow. There is something more. Gotta keep searching, keep praying; keep reaching out - in love, in kindness. It's not my place to be mad. I think there's enough of that to go around. Peace. Shalom.
