Tell You What It Means To Me
Respect. This must be the central focus in discussions of faith. Respect for differences. Respect for history. Respect for emotions. A few days ago I received a correspondence about faith that put me in a tailspin. I don't want to discuss it too much here because of some privacy issues, but I was all a-mess over this. I was angry, then I was sad, then I felt bad for the other person, then I was just confused. Then I talked to my friend Lucy^. She pointed out that basically, I was feeling disrespected. As a Catholic. As a new-age-crystal-wearing- hippy -type. As a descendant of Native Americans. As a woman. As an adult. As a politically liberal American. Etc. And yes, I realize that some of those labels don't seem to belong on the same name tag. So be it. I realized, that this is the line I was trying to articulate in my earlier post, An Open Letter To God , where I discussed my negative feelings toward some expressions of faith. These are the expressions of faith that upset me,