In reply to the WordPress Daily Prompt Jan.9, 2015
In Good Faith
Describe a memory or encounter in which you considered your faith, religion, spirituality – or lack of – for the first time.
I’d really rather not discuss religion on this blog, not because I’m not a religious person, but simply because with the topic of religion comes expectations of perfection, as well as the assumption of hypocrisy, layered with a holier-than-thou frosting. Being that I am more human than most, and have made my share of serious mistakes, I’d rather not have my personal failings reflect badly on my already misunderstood religion – especially since those mistakes are more a reflection of my mental illness than a lack of faith. The other reason I choose to leave religion off these pages is because these are my personal venting grounds, and I quite enjoy the freedom of being able to talk about my difficulties with the fellow members of my faith, without the guilt of having to live up to some predefined notion of propriety. With those disclaimers out of the way, and since WordPress asked so nicely…
In my opinion, the name Jehovah is the most beautiful name in the world. I don’t remember the first time I heard that name, but I do know that every time I hear it, it touches some of the deepest emotions I hold inside of me. I was raised using the name Jehovah when referring to my God. His name is not God or Lord, anymore than my name is Mrs or Mom. And because I use his personal name, I have always felt a personal bond with him. He has become a friend, rather than a cold and distant taskmaster. For me to describe the first time I considered my faith would be nearly impossible, since I never remember it having a beginning. My religion has always been there, will always be there, and has defined me more than anything else in my life. Although I choose to keep it behind-the-scenes in this blog of mine, it will forever be what has shaped me the most, and made me the person I am today.