17 4 / 2011
Who I was? I was 5 years old, going forward to get saved every Sunday because I was afraid of hell. I was a 12 year old pouring over books about the validity of translations of the Bible. I was 15 writing a paper for Bible class defending witchcraft. I was 18 taking ancient Greek. I was 19 sitting in a service at a Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
Before love and sex and dating and rape and domestic abuse and liquor and weed, all I cared about was my soul and yours. I was on a journey to understanding. Yes, I’ve picked up books on Buddhism since. In college, a book by Thich Nhat Hahn proved invaluable to helping stop my out of control temper. But I was thoroughly grounded in the world and have continued to sink in this quicksand.
Hopefully I’ll be going to Dubai later this year. I bought a copy of the Qur’an and a book about the history of Arab peoples. One of the reasons I’m so excited to go is that I feel like I can resume the journey I’ve been on since I was five years old. I don’t know much about Islam and I can’t wait to study it like I studied Christianity.
If I’m gonna rely on anyone to fix me, I think God is the best choice seeing as He’s God.
