Old feelings came up the other day and it reminded me that I wrote this last January. Unfortunately, I remember WHY I wrote it. Oh dear. Note to self: add to list of things to work on during Lent!
Number 1 son and I were having one of those great conversations one morning when he asked if I was off of work. Oh yeah! Happy dance! I was off for several days and that suited me just fine. I was at the end of my rope and ready to throw my Christian beliefs out the window and tell people exactly where to go! Well then, that kind of thing usually turns around and bites me in the rear end (so to speak).
But sometimes I just don't care. I lose patience with others and suddenly my beliefs don't matter anymore. You can call me a liar, you can tell me I'm not very Christian and you know what? You're right. Because I know that with some people I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't. I always find it interesting that non-Christians point this out to me (do they really know what Christianity is about?), but I really don't give a rat's rear end what they think! And then I calm down. I find God's peace (or He finds it for me) and I realize that for some people it doesn't really matter that I'm Catholic or Christian. It's only a matter of a way to point a finger and proclaim, "See how she acts? And she calls herself a Christian? A Catholic?"
Like I said, do they even know what they're talking about? What they don't realize is that there's an old saying. "When you point a finger at someone, there's three pointing back at you." And in most cases they can't bear to look at the shambles of their own lives, so mine becomes the easy target. But as #1 son has pointed out to me, "Mom, your life speaks for itself." I feel better already. Happy dance!