As a young Christian, I was an Altar Boy, learned the Holy Mass in Latin, respected the Institution of Church, and accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior. Life was simple; you honored God with your life, you became more familiar with the Bible, and you consciously attempted to avoid Sin.
And then you grew up to join the world of Adults. Life became more complex, more interesting, more opportunistic; indeed, more dangerous. New emotions were born, along with the awesome sense of independence, responsibility, and choice; yet was fraught with anxiety, fear, learning, self-awareness, and sense of purpose. Self-doubt became a familiar foe, and uncertainty, as well as unsureness, occupied the top floor in your mind.
Adulthood was a vast swimming pool, inhabited by a plethora of personalities, agendas, boundaries, opportunities, detours, dangers, and few reassurances, if not, real and true friends.
Even as a young child, then youth, and now, adult, I’ve possessed a unique ability to recognize patterns, whether they be mathematical, associative, visual, environmental, behavioral, societal, or spiritual. Patterns, when examined and analyzed, yielded profound insight, dare I offer to say, wisdom when combined with personal experience and knowledge.
Mind, Body, and Soul, is one of those amazing euphemisms that lends itself to analogies, corollaries, and logical deduction. My intuition leads me to associate it with the traditional Christian prayer and Mass opening symbology, i.e., “In the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit”. Specifically, the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Indeed, Christianity is steeped in Trinity, as in things grouped in three’s.
Let’s begin appropriately with the Mind and how it relates to the Father. The mind is the head or leader of the body, as is the father in a family. It is the origin of thought, ideas, innovation, solutions, and planning, as it relates to the body, as is the father as he relates to his family. Likewise, its primary function is to protect the body, like a father protects his family.
Following, the Body is to the Mind as the Son is to the Father. Both are inherently submissive, take direction and are dependent upon their predecessors. Until fully trained or conditioned, both grow by learning via cause and effect relationship. Both mature from creation and both share an intensely intimate relationship with their Master. Both provide iterative feedback in an ongoing fashion.
And, at last, the Soul and its comparison with the Holy Spirit. As the soul represents the ethereal origin of our human/mortal component of Christianity and our existence, the Holy Spirit shares that role with the Father and the Son. Each represents intangible, yet necessary if not essential form and function as parts of the whole.
“Collectively, with each scenario, a synergistic force is manifested when the three components combine and function or work together. The mind, body, and soul join forces to establish and identify each of us as human beings. And, accordingly, the Father, the Son, and Holy Spirit meld into what we can only define or describe as the Supreme Being, sometimes referred to as the Divinity. God is what I refer to as the Incomprehensible Truth. Omnipotent, Present and Eternal.”
Most notably, God is the divine and harmonic symphony of Peace, Love, Joy; and Life. We exist solely because of, and for, His preference and direction. It is in our, or more precisely, your best interest to acknowledge His existence and presence. It is, however, your choice to accept Him as your personal savior and King.
Bottom line, to Believe is a Bittersweet Symphony. Accountability with Eternal Life. God Bless you and Be well.
(This article is dedicated to my Parents (Leonard & Agnes), whom I miss greatly, yet whom I undeniably know I will see again. Love you.)
I’ve wondered many times when I was a child, what life would be like when I was an adult; a husband; a father. My imagination would conjure up visions of a burly man, physically fit, yet understanding, compassionate and loving. I would shudder at the thought of the tremendous responsibility of marriage, and even more, of fatherhood. The mere thought of this “serious” future that awaited me would quickly bring me back to reality; the reality of an eight-year-old boy at the precipice of manhood, or so I thought.
My journey was far from over, yet I have always been able to visualize it, almost touch it. Growing up in a small town afforded much of the quality of life that people today cherish and search for when raising a family. Surely, it lacked in cultural variety and experience, yet it grounded me in a forged way that would serve me well in my life ahead.
“Like most other boys growing up in the 60’s, there was beer, a bit of cursing, plenty of outdoor sports, bikes to ride, movies to see and girls to gawk. And these things were indeed memorable, yet in my family, one thing trumped them all and that was Church on Sunday.”
At the time, even being an altar boy, I missed much of the essence of what having faith is all about. Perhaps it was mired in the overtures of the Catholic Church financial bulletins, where your family name was used as a club by disclosing your contributions. Perhaps it was overshadowed by the procedure, rigidity and absence of emotion by the clergy. Perhaps it was a victim of an emphasis on Catholicism and not of Jesus Christ and the Bible. But it was there to be discovered, experienced and revered, nonetheless.
I’ve always been one to pray, heavily in times of “need”, but also in times of blessing, bounty and benefit. And even though every child, adult and Catholic saw the same crucifix and Jesus, my Jesus was special because He spoke and listened to me.
In all my years, I’ve yet to be disappointed, angered or spiteful by my Jesus Christ. For even though my prayers weren’t always answered in MY timeframe, I accepted whatever response I received from my Jesus Christ, because I knew he was Almighty, Omnipotent and Kind. That faith, attitude or core value system has saved my life many times; from preventing me from making mistakes, to my physical safety to being the recipient of good things happening to me as a result of my “choices”.
You see, each of us must find our own path, one bridled in our own sense of morality, and bounded by God’s grace. A path only limited by our imagination. I simply can’t imagine living a worthwhile life without the guidance, feedback and love of God. I know not everyone shares that same belief, and that is ok, for the essence of our being is that of choice. To a degree, we create our own future by the choices we make. And for me, what better resource could one have, than Jesus Christ as your mentor, friend, Master and Creator?
As it was for me and as it will continue, when in doubt, I’ll follow the Son. It’s a highly personal matter and it will remain that way. Be well and choose wisely. God Bless you.