memoirs of algeisha

I have felt more bare in my faith these last few days than I have in a really long time. Bare in the self-conscious sense. Or maybe just conscious.

Aware that my faith is different from many of those around me. And yet, aware that Love and Goodness and Hope is available to all, regardless of creed or profession of faith.

I find the old stereotypes shouting up from within me, Aren’t you supposed to be judgmental, argumentative?

But I can’t see a reason to argue. I only see chances to connect. Opportunities to learn.

And yet something still tugs at me with a haunting sense that my faith must be broken if I don’t want to shove it down people’s throats.

But then I stop, step back. And remember that’s the faith I left. The rules and judgement and drawing lines in the sand. That’s not the God I know, the Love I follow.

And then I don’t mind so much feeling bare. Because I remember that we all bear the image of the Divine.

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This post is part of Lisa Jo Baker’s Five Minute Fridays. Every Friday, we turn off our inner critics and perfectionists and just write for five minutes straight. Zero editing. Just a stream of conscious free for all. And then we all link up and encourage each other. To learn more about Five Minute Friday and how you can participate click  here.