Shortly after posting this afternoon's blog, I was contacted by my very best of besties. She was concerned -- first, that she may have inadverdently offended me with her bouts of curiosity [to which I replied "not ever, ever, ever"].
Secondly, was to compassionately alert me to the fact that my blogs seem laced with harsh attacks aimed at the Catholic religion [and possibly the Christian faith as a whole]. Just as I opened my mouth to defend my pagan honor and the honor of my witchy brethren everywhere, it hit me...
She is absolutely right.
Before the shell-shocked gasps and outcries filter through the pagan crowd [Mwah! Love & Light to each of you], allow me to explain...
I harbor a great Bitterness [notice that I have granted this 'uppercase noun' status] toward the Catholic faith because of my personal backstory-- growing up Roman Catholic and ultimately being betrayed and let down.
I have very fresh memories of Sisters and Fathers who fed me lies. These people of holiness, I came to learn later at a most impressionable age, were stealing from the pockets of the very followers to whom they preached of Honesty... of Righteousness.... of Loving Thy Neighbor.
Even before this, I had so many concerns about the contradictions in the teachings of this religion, and when I finally found the courage to voice them, I was told not to question but to have faith. It seemed so easy for others [beautiful people, like both of my grandmothers -- they just believed without explanation], so why then did I instead feel resentment begin to take seed?
And why is it that even now -- all these years later, feeling secure, content and proud in the path that I have chosen -- WHY do I still hold on to the Bitterness? I have to make an effort to purge this from my heart. If I wish to promote my pagan beliefs as a core that is welcoming to all and judgemental to none, I have to strive to act in exactly such a way.
It's easy when being judged to turn back and lash out with judgements of your own -- to nit-pick at short comings and display them as some trophy of war. But in doing so, what have I accomplished? Does my example of the pagan world seem open-minded and open-hearted after this? Not in the least.
Thank you to my best of besties. You are a breath of fresh air in my life. And you keep me humble. I love you beyond any barrier that the differences in beliefs can tend to create. After this evening's chat with you, the following article found its way to my eyes. The message was loud and clear.