“When I make a bad decision, I am not just hurting myself or people around me – I am hurting the person who loves me the most, my Creator. Sometimes this has brought me to tears because I know that He will love me in spite of this, and not just because I love him, but because He is God and He is love. He loves me even when by my choices, I have not always loved him back.”
“But perhaps what keeps me going in my faith is that this choice that I make, comes with grace – which is a free gift of God, and in this gift I find that it is not I who chose God but God who chooses me.”
Earlier, Matt Sacaro, wrote a piece Why I Wish I Could Be Religious. I loved the piece because it seemed like a sincere perspective by the author and one that I can appreciate. However, with great respect to the author, I have to disagree with what seems like a misguided assumption of what it means to be religious or a person of faith. I can’t speak for all persons of faith, I never have and I never will, because in the first place as institutional as religion can be, it is also a very personal experience.
I was born and raised Catholic and continue to be a practicing Catholic; the likelihood is that I will die one. My parents have gone to daily mass for as long as I can remember, they were always involved in church in one way or the other, and to this day, they are…
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