Finally I’ve managed to sit down and face it. I am dead tired of Christianity, tired from all the quarrels arising from different schools of thought, tired of the propaganda, tired of the different phases, not that I am even still part of it, but just remembering it and looking back at it. Phases that only make me look back at myself with a motherly instinct that wants to hush that child, and embrace her childish and foolish ways.
One thing I did well, was being vulnerable all the way, and look where vulnerability has brought us?
But I do miss Christ. Terribly. I miss his words, and presence, I miss his friendship, I miss times of solitude and walks in the wilderness.
Hush perfection, hush pretense, hush comparison and achievement, hush revenge and give me Jesus.