I didn’t share in my meeting this morning. So, here’s a little share for you.
When I was around 11 (interestingly, the same time I started obliterating my brain with alcohol), I started to investigate beliefs outside of Christianity. We had a mobile library that would come to the school. The town I lived in outside of L.A. had a tiny little school, not really big enough for a library. Needless to say, all the books in the Book-Mobile were donations, no age limit. It was a a community library. I actually read Helter Skelter in the 4th grade - Thanks Book-Mobile for my first bouts of insomnia!
Anyway, apparently a “new-ager” had donated plenty of books. I found books on past lives, Buddhism, Taoism, Hinduism, etc. My parents didn’t pay much attention to us. If I was reading, I wasn’t making trouble and HEY, “Readers are Leaders!” So, I was reading through these books and my preteen brain decided it made a lot of sense. I decided to share this with my mother. She promptly declared that I was going to Hell and all this could lead to was evil and sin. Don’t even get me started on the hypocrisy of THAT.
It was around the same time that I started questioning/confronting my grandfather, Reverend Ezra Coppin about the essence of a punishing God, whereas I saw a benevolent being and really didn’t believe in Hell, like AT ALL. I was like, “Hey, he already sacrificed his kid! What kind of a dude IS this??”
Parents and grandparents matter, so I pushed this all back inside for a long time. I did study Religions of the East in my Catholic high schoo,l. I wish I could remember how they tweaked those beliefs. I was never Catholic, it’s just a good school choice if you are in the heart of Los Angeles. No more tiny towns for us!
Now, I feel liberated. I have been so separated from the majority of my Christian friends due to this election and them baring their stripes, in lieu of more colorful terms. I do believe so much more than what is confined in one holy book. Humans are so egotistical to believe that they know it all. I want to laugh maniacally when anyone says, “God intended…”
If you are feeling it, you can Google “GrandDad,” as he like to be called.
Have a great day, my friends. Namaste!