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Freddie's avatar

Who was it, Saint Kathrine Drexel who had a vision of God that said, “I am God and you are not?”

I remember Ash Wednesday last year and I went to church with my husband. It was this gorgeous Catholic Cathedral in Lake Charles, La and it was packed.

It was nice. The homily was nice. The people there. So on and so forth. And as we stand in line for our ashes, I get up to the priest who dips his thumb into the ash and crosses my forehead and says, “Repent and Believe in the Gospel.”

That’s it. That’s all he said.

Yet, I promptly choked up and wept my way out of the church.

It felt like “Repent and Believe in the Gospel” was my “I am God and you are not,” moment and man, how often are things like what you described in your sermon.

We take care of John’s parents, we work, we take care of home stuff and there are days where I’m just on autopilot. Throw VA appointments or flat tires or x where x = some dumb extra bullshit and I feel like I’m going to just crumble.

And I do. I just fly apart. Why? Because I’m too busy trying to be God when I’m simply not qualified for that task.

Thanks for this Nadia.

jsmorneau's avatar

Well oh my god, this is the first time I have ever read/heard this passage and not felt angst or Baptist childhood baggage guilt about following. I have spent years hearing this passage and often felt guilt for not doing enough; not being enough. But I don’t have to deny my sexuality, my marriage with my wife, my deconstruction, my evolving faith. I don’t have to make sure all of my freaking plates are spinning perfectly up in the air. Slip stream. Nice.

Thank you a thousand times for this perspective. It’s refreshing.

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