Last Sunday I went to church. People were friendly. The music was good. The sermon…well I do not know, having gone somewhere else in my head. When it came time for the liturgy before communion, I found myself looking for the kneelers which Methodist churches do not have but Catholics do. This was disconcerting.
On Wednesday, I went to the Balance Class. The ladies are very nice and no spiritual conversations are held.
On Thursday I went to orientation to Bible Study. The minister appears to be down to earth. Only time will tell. Afterwards I went to some kind of luncheon of soup and salad called Evergreen. I never did quite understand what they were trying to start. The corn bread was delicious as was the apple cider vinegar.
Today I thought I would try a Sunday School Class since nothing else had really seemed to beckon me to follow this church or teachings. This was truly a disaster.
First of all they seem to have their own seats so I did not know where I was to sit. Finally, I sat, knocked over the leader’s coffee, sat my purse down on the wet coffee; picked it up and put it in my lap on my white corduroy pants leaving a bluish/black mark. I read my lines of scripture at the appropriate time (meaning going around the room reading one verse at a time, responding to my line when it came my time).
Finally, during one of the discussions, I had held my thoughts to myself but when they were talking about the One God being Jesus, I opened my mouth and asked about this stating that Buddhism was much older than Christianity and that the writings had a lot in common as if the Bible had drawn from their analogies. This caused rather a commotion in some and amusement, I think, in others. The lady next to me, a former Pentecostal and Baptist, stated there was but one God, Jesus, and had I ever read any of the other books. I took the bait and said “If I had not would I be talking about same? Of Course, I have read “the others”. A couple of the men understood, I think, what I was asking; the women, only one.
It seems the more traveled or those who were in the military or had worked out in the real world where interaction with all cultures was necessary, understood. One lady made mention that there were 100 different versions of the Bible so which was right; another mentioned the killings in Paris and how part of Islam was not like the ones who did the killings. I mentioned that in the beginning of Christianity there was a lot of blood letting; no one wanted to hear how Christians had been involved in murder and mayhem. Do they not read?
Why did I bring up “One God”? It goes to the heart of the matter of tolerance in this world of terror and fear. Can we not show tolerance to those who do not believe as we believe? This does not mean I believe in murder and mayhem; just tolerance of differences so that the world may become more sane and not such a scary place to live.
One thing I know for sure. One must be ready to die at any moment because there may be no more.
(Peace, Honor, Respect to all)