I have been on a spiritual quest the past year or two, and learned to trust and pray again.
( working on wait now! )
Yesterday I decided to go to Unitarian Church- you know I wanted to try it again and resolve the issues of the last bad experiences at another UU church.
But all the way there, I was thinking I am a Christian, ought I be at Christian Church?
It was one of those beautiful cloud-luminous days here, and I felt strongly: go, go and listen.
So I did. The sermon was exploring what is G_d, touching on the ways our ethnicity and backgrounds make us see G_d in our own culture, and how each of us can find G_d and not be afraid to search.
It was like every word was personal to me, even using the analogy of dancing, dating and a poem I have composed a piece around, and other subjects I have been thinking a lot about.
I was so moved, to joy, the altar cloth at this church has symbols of all the major religions, even the pianist played a beautiful solo. It was perfect.
Then it was over. I went to shake the minister's hand, we have met before. It was like a shutter closing down on the experience. He didn't shake my hand, but rudely turned aside and started speaking to someone else.
I stood there motionless for a few seconds, then turned and left.
As I walked across the car park the clouds were still billowing, gorgeous day, I wasn't sure how to feel. My initial thoughts were, what a slap in the face, how unpleasant/ unfriendly, what a great contrast etc.
Then this older man stopped and spoke to me, said I have a beautiful voice, and kissed my cheek.
When I got into my car I found there were tears pouring down my face, but such a release and a relief.
G_d loves me.
The message was the words, not the minister...the spontaneous affection, the beauty of the day; and even though some of the people in life have hurt me, wherever I go there will always be G_d and me.