It’s Easter week – holy of holy days and the time of year that is split between the sorrow of Passion and the elation of the Resurrection. This is the week that always makes me pause and reflect on what my faith is all about.
So many people intermix the terms “religion” and “faith”. But in my mind and life they are very different.
My faith is my relationship with God. My faith is that state of being where I know who and what I am. It’s my awareness of my identity as a Christian. It’s that space in my life where I talk to God the Father as my Daddy, Jesus the Son as my best friend, and the Holy Spirit as my true and faithful guide. I don’t know who I would be or how I would survive this life without my faith. I have always lived my life steadfast in my faith. It is who I am.
My religion is my community. It is the place I go to worship and praise. Religion is where man (and woman) wrestle with and interpret the rules of engagement with life, each other, morals, society, and sometimes God. I must admit, I have not always been steadfast in my religion. I have spent days in my youth questioning the purpose of such an institution, particularly when I would see those who practice it in church, turn right around and disregard it in the street or in their homes. My religion is where I go and what I do. It is not who I am.
So, this Easter, as with all others, I am pleased to reflect and ponder on the greatest sacrifice and gift – the life of Christ, laid down for mine. I am looking forward to living my faith in my house of religion. May you find your peace and faith in the house of religion in your life.
Be blessed with the knowledge that you are loved, you are freed and you are saved in Christ Jesus.