The Face Of The Divine
What My Faith looks like
I am a recovering Catholic.
Anyone in my same position understands this place exactly. I’m a Human with a love of ritual and incense — robes and chanting. I feel the raw love and grief of a suffering mother pour out in Michelangelo’s Pietà. I have prayed the rosary with deep faith and miraculous ‘results’.
But through it all — I knew. There was More. I was looking at only part of the puzzle which was My Spirituality — not the full picture. It was a redacted version of Divinity. Large pieces missing. I could feel the raw edges of the gaps every time my mind was given This Most Popular Image of God.
Religion just could not fill the voids.
One day as I stood in mass — I found the ledge. The edge of My Faith which would cause me to leap completely away from Catholicism and Christiandom and into The Known-Yet-Unknown. And it came in the middle of all things — The Apostle’s Creed — that most sacred proclamation of faith.
I recited the lines I knew by heart. Words I had learned as a small child in catechism. But on this day one line caught in my throat.
“I believe in Jesus Christ, the ONLY son of God…”
