I know what the very elect look like.
I know what an apostate looks like.
I know the view from a great and spacious building.
I know what shafts of wheat look like blowing in the wind.
What no one told me was that when I looked in the mirror and saw all these People looking back at me, that I would do so in peace, and with a sense of Freedom that I have never known before.
They warned me about the pain that would befall those who lose their faith. What they didn’t mention was that the source of that pain would come from Their collective rejection, not Gods.
No one told me it would take discovering the truth to become the very people I had been warned about.
I know what an apostate looks like.
I know the view from a great and spacious building.
I know what shafts of wheat look like blowing in the wind.
What no one told me was that when I looked in the mirror and saw all these People looking back at me, that I would do so in peace, and with a sense of Freedom that I have never known before.
They warned me about the pain that would befall those who lose their faith. What they didn’t mention was that the source of that pain would come from Their collective rejection, not Gods.
No one told me it would take discovering the truth to become the very people I had been warned about.
-St. Jude
4 comments:
it's a huge mess. I agree. It hurts to have the same doctrines that once provided comfort thrown back at you as weapons that cause great hurt. I am trying on my own blog to find a voice of the positives and freedoms and peace that comes with walking away, but I also know that there is much, much pain - and most of that pain is born by those around me that expected something from me that I can no longer deliver. That hurts more than anything else.
Wow! that poem is really pulling on one's soul. I ran into my former VT's yesterday at a funeral. One gave me a dirty look, like how dare I show up or come into the chapel or something, the other a kind smile. Hugs to you.
Wow is right. I like this. I think my favorite part is, "What no one told me was that when I looked in the mirror and saw all these People looking back at me, that I would do so in peace,"
I NEVER could have believed I would feel peace - especially since I had never known it before.
"It hurts to have the same doctrines that once provided comfort thrown back at you as weapons that cause great hurt."
Wow. I never thought of it quite like that before.
What I love about this poem is the voice that it gives to the struggle, while providing hope. Great words.
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