I have reflected on my journey with religion. In the past, I have often found myself standing at the crossroads of tradition and personal truth. When I was growing up, the church was a familiar place. It was a community where weekly sermons and teachings were woven into the fabric of my life. Yet, beneath the hymns and sermons, I sensed a dissonance that I couldn’t ignore. There was a silent tension between the values preached and the realities lived.
The church environment, though seemingly welcoming, sometimes masked a harsher undercurrent. I observed what I can only describe as spiritual bullying. People who dared to question or diverge from the rigidity of structured religion faced subtle—or not so subtle—ostracism. It was a place where “mean girl” cliques thrived. Classism, colorist, and elitism occasionally overshadowed the teachings of love and acceptance. I often felt like an outsider, my thoughts and questions lingering on the very edge of acceptance.
In my heart, I always believed that our connection to Spirit is deeply personal. It is a unique path that each of us must forge in our own way. My journey led me to seek a connection that transcended the confines of structured religion. I longed for a relationship with The Most High that celebrated differences rather than condemned them. I desired a love that encompassed all of who I am, with all my questions and doubts.
One vivid memory stands out from my youth. I asked a Sunday school teacher why some people were excluded from our church’s love simply because they believed differently. Her answer, though well-intentioned, left me unsatisfied. It was then that I realized I was searching for something more—a faith that embraced diversity of thought and experience.
As I grew older, I found solace in connecting with my ancestors. I learned to venerate them and explored spiritual practices that honored my bloodline lineage. This path, though unconventional by most standards, felt like home. It was here that I learned the true essence of love. It is a love without judgment. It is a love that accepts and uplifts.
I believe that everyone’s walk with The Most High is different, and that’s the beauty of it. He meets us exactly where we are, regardless of our background or beliefs. Our hearts and intentions matter most, and it is through these that we connect to the Divine.
In this journey, I’ve learned to be careful in how I perceive others’ spiritual paths. Each individual’s relationship with The Most High is sacred, and it is not for me to judge. Instead, I strive to approach with empathy and understanding, knowing that we are all seekers on this vast, mysterious journey.
Forging my own path has been liberating and empowering. It has taught me resilience, the strength to embrace my truth, and the courage to love deeply and without conditions. It’s a path that is ever-evolving, but one that I walk with an open heart.
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