Learning my own way at Christmas
I really do love the idea of celebrating the birth of Jesus. I love Christmas trees and lights. The shiny and sparkly and twinkly. Lights up my inner three year old! And she loves it!!
And back to the celebrating the birth of Jesus. I love Jesus. Always have, even, or maybe especially, as a little girl. I love the idea of celebrating the birth of God’s servant who brought so much love to the world, who brought all that Jesus brought. Often, I find myself praying to be “just like Jesus.” I’m always a bit shaken when that prayer comes out “unbidden.” What am I saying? What am I asking for? I can’t believe I’m asking that!
In so many ways, I consider myself a Christian – one of my catechism teachers always said that meant “little Christ.” So I guess I always feel a little bummed that a lot of Christians wouldn’t consider me a Christian because I have a hard time believing certain seemingly fundamental beliefs. Things that one of my Sufi teachers said may not “have been revealed” to me as yet.
On the other hand, even though I love so much of Sufism, I don’t fit in with many of my Sufi friends because I can’t seem to relate to Muhammad – and find myself always leaning to Jesus. Although I’m supposed to know there’s no separation between them, again, that hasn’t been revealed to me!
How does a nice Catholic-born again Christian-Sufi woman bridge the gap??? Obviously, this one’s doing it slowly!!
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