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.