Reflecting on Faith

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I wonder what they’d say if they knew I crossed the Threshold; if they knew I joined in communion with that which they called a blasphemous heresy. Would they hold me in greater contempt, or be grateful to be rid of me?

I suppose, in the end, it makes no difference. This is home. This is the destination to which I’ve been divinely led.  Where I can see myself as imperfectly composed, and be okay with it, for I am welcomed, regardless, into the Sacred presence. Not because I am worthy, but because Love is something greater than I will ever comprehend.

And from this Love I find myself predisposed to grace, forgiveness, and love towards my fellow man. Yes, even to those I left behind me.

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About Z.

Poetic pipe and cigar enthusiast rifling through the haunted memories of a not so distant past while openly wrestling with faith and God. A rambling writer with the misguided notion that he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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