Be still and know

Once again I find myself up late singing hymns from Catholic school, late into the early hours, after the webby. I definitely wouldn’t say that I am a religious person, though religion has played an integral part in my life. Somehow though, I believe deep down I have always known that it is definitely, whole heartedly, all about God always.

I remember being sat in assembly at school, or being in mass, from a very young age and I just couldn’t get on board with what was being said. The hymns though, the music; yes that I could get on board with. I could feel the spirit and the truth coming through the songs.

As much as I would and probably will still say that I’m not religious I would always be drawn to churches and the calm, serenity that is found when sitting in a church. Especially older churches with their beautifully painted stained glass windows and the beautifully aged wooden pews. There was always something about churches that drew me in.

In my lifetime I can’t tell how many hours I’ve spent soaking up the essence of the church building, fascinated by it’s majesty, shutting out the words until it was time to sing again. When life is at it’s hardest a hymn will always come to mind and I will sing the pain back to joy.

Equally I have often been told that I would make a great preacher and have often thought it myself but I didn’t think that I could ever use those words. Somehow there didn’t seem to be truth in the words.

Also from a very young age I wasn’t convinced that some of the adults that my juvenile eyes looked up to, believed what they were hearing because my immature, naive, optimistic mind felt that people who go to church should be good and a lot of the grown up simply were not good.

With my new found wisdom from MKE it does make me wonder whether being repelled by church and religion was simply due to the fact that my BS-o-meter was well tuned in.

Perhaps the people who I was experiencing didn’t truly understand what they were reading, hearing and praying/chanting (I always felt that there should be more heart and energy put into “Our Father”, we were praying to God after all, the top guy, the head honcho and it was meant to be a choice but never sounded like it was).

Perhaps the true meaning of God and The Holy Spirit has been a little lost, dare I say a little hidden, so that the majority are unable to truly grasp it. What you get then is a lot of empty words that are not fully understood and therefore cannot have the full weight of their meaning, hence me interpreting the whole church/religion thing as being disingenuous.

A full understanding of the words (The Word) would perhaps bring everything right to the feet of the individual. Each person would have to accept the power and responsibility of being made in God’s image. Each person would need to take responsibility for the trajectory of their own lives and their own actions.

Each person would truly have to decide and know whether, or not, they are truly walking with God, every day, in everything that they do. All of that is an awful lot…What a lot of inner work it would take. I’m starting to feel that the MKE is an exploration of the word of God and, the simple fact of it all is that God is the key.

He has always been the key and we have always had full access to the key in much the same way as Dorothy could always get home as she was wearing the red slippers but she had to go on her (hero’s) journey in order to realize that for herself. In order to realize she always had access to her true power.

Our true power lives in God and in ourselves because God is in us and we are in God. I pray that all our eyes can be opened to the truth so that we may all partake in the abundance that is rightfully ours.

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