March 9, 2007 11:12 PM

Jesus Loves Me

Jesus with arms outstretched

On my street there is a statue of Jesus outside St. Joseph’s Home for Boys. Every day I walk by the statue and I think to myself, “Jesus is giving me a hug!” I am not sure why his eyes are downcast. In my personal cosmology, Jesus reminds me of my inner light. He also reminds me to be kind to myself.

Last year my friend Gregory gave me a set of books, In Conversation with God. I never have been a good Catholic; I was baptised as a child and missed all subsequent sacraments. As an adult, I am curious about Catholicism and have adopted some of the iconography, but there is a lot about the religion that I don’t (want to) understand. Since the start of Lent I have been trying to read the daily Lenten conversations. Some of the readings speak to me, some of them just annoy me. I loved reading that I have had a guardian angel since birth. Why didn’t my parents tell me? I don’t understand why each conversation has to end with a perfunctory, “Ask the Blessed Mother for guidance.” Why does she always get stuck as an afterthought at the end of the sermon. sheesh.

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