I’ve been hearing the same sentiments over and over. Online or in person, people have a bad taste in their mouths about Christianity. Why? Because the “Pastors are pimps. “Congregation is judgmental.” and “no one is Christ-like anymore”.
This weekend I spent a lot of time just existing. It’s good to take some time off of writing to recharge the battery and refill the heart. In the midst of that, I found myself hurting. The more stories I read of misfortune, the more my heart hurts. I really question shouldn’t every Christian feel the same?
As I’ve been making my way through the Bible, I came across an interesting passage in Corinthians. Especially since so I’ve been growing in understanding patriarchy and how these are things affect our thoughts/interactions, I’ve been wondering what the Bible says about it.
Over the years, I’ve been learning not just about Faith but embracing the nature of the Holy Spirit. A few basic things must be understood about It:
- It comes with peace
- It’s a gentle spirit
- It is spontaneous
I just want to touch briefly on the Holy Spirit, how I’ve identified It and Its connections in our everyday life.
I’ve had so many conversations in the past month about Christians that struggle with religious doctrine and choosing spirituality over organized religion. It also made me reflect on Christians’ relationship with the sacrifice Jesus made and what it means for us. Are we always forgiven no matter the sin? The answer is very complicated.
For the record, I am probably ten years old deep down inside. I never learned how to pray from someone. I always did the poem prayers but never learned how to make my own. So, when I talk about a relationship with God. This is new for me. Here’s what I learned so far about prayer.
Yesterday, I wrote about a short story about my relationship with God growing up. It started off very oppositional and foreign, but has eventually become more natural and familial as I’ve gotten older. I’ve now gotten to a point where I want more. The question is how do you build a relationship with God?
I like who I’m becoming and God is an inseparable part of that. As I’ve been developing, I have been trying to figure out how to explain to people who Christianity as a religion is flawed like all religions but Christianity as a faith is more than church on Sunday, it’s a love story everyday.
I’ve talked before about my grandmother and the way she molded my life for the better. She had a cameo as my angel in my Letter to Black Women and frankly, I can talk about her until I’m blue in the face. But, the story I want to share today is how a simple prayer changed my life. Continue reading “How Prayer Saved My Grandmother & Me”