How to Tell about My Faith

jesus-birthWhile wishing “Merry Christmas” the response has been one of kindness and best wishes but what I really want to wish for people is something I don’t really know how to share and which often they don’t want to hear.  What I want to share is the love and joy that grows in me as I grow in the knowledge of the living Christ.

Please don’t stop reading or be angry.  I’m no bible thumper.  Far from it but there are times when my heart aches that others don’t have the same peace I have been able to find in my faith.

I’m not a very religious  person, neither am I very pious.  I attend church regularly and I also “sin” regularly though I really think we misuse that word terribly.  We all do wrong things and we all do things which a perfect light would reveal as harmful to ourselves, others or the planet.  We fall short of being the perfect creatures we were created to be.

That is the very reason for Christmas and for many of the other light festivals celebrated in late December.  This is a reminder of the darkness in our hearts and we look to the light and warmth of the sun which brings life.

My celebration is of Jesus the Christ and the light he has brought into my life.  This God born of woman, lived and understands the human frailty which causes us to stray from the goodness which is our greatest gift to the world.  He lived and loved, lost and longed, laughed and lamented. He knows what it is like to be me…to be you.  Furthermore he took all our wrong and all our pain upon himself and sacrificed his life for ours so we no longer have to live bound by our failures and hurts.

Tomorrow evening I get to sing a song which describes this Lord I love and serve.  The words are a wonderful description of the way my heart and soul find comfort in the knowing of this Creator of mine.

In the Quiet Curve of Evening

Words and Music by Julie Howard 1993

In the quiet curve of evening, in the sinking of the days, in the silky void of darkness, you are there.  In the lapses of my breathing, in the space between my ways, in the crater carved by sadness, you are there.  

In the rests between the phrases, in the cracks between the stars, in the gaps between the meaning you are there.  In the melting down of endings, in the cooling of the sun, in the solstice of the winter, you are there.  

In the mystery of my hungers, in the silence of my rooms, in the cloud of my unknowing, you are there.  In the empty cave of grieving, in the desert of my dreams, in the tunnel of my sorrow you are there.  You are there,  you are there, you are there.  

It is my hope you will find some way to seek and find this great “I AM” over this season and that you will find joy and peace which comes from faith in that which is beyond ourselves.

I’m taking a few days off from this blog.

Blessings to you and yours for Christmas.

 

 

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About Peggy Guiler

You just never know what show up on my blog. As the name implies it is about the stuff of life just like Spilt Milk. Everyday events spark thought and contemplation. Special events in the community, the country or the world may strike a cord and get me talking. Sometimes it's about people in my life or circumstances, sometimes about my garden, sometimes about a book or a political issue. Always it's about something I am passionate about. In my business, River of Hope Enterprises, I work as an "Associate Certified Coach" (International Coach Federation), a trainer, consultant and speaker. and soon to be, spiritual director. I also drive a school bus to keep the wolf from the door while I build my business. I love the kids on the bus (most of the time). My family is grown and I have three grandkids who thrill my heart but I don't get to see any of them very often. Circumstances of life have made "family" difficult. My son died by suicide at age 16 in 2000 and the strain on our family relationships since has been huge. Mental health is a field where I worked for almost 20 years and where I still do some consulting and training. That combined with my own battle with depression and my son's death weave together to form some of my greatest soap box items: suicide intervention, suicide bereavement and peer support in mental health are right on the top of my list. Social justice is an underlying passion. Keeping the wolf from the door as a single parent was full-time work and my career path as a journalists was augmented with cleaning contracts, cooking, retail clerk, and bartending. I have known hard work and am grateful for the experience and perspective it has given me. My own passion for learning has now taken me toward a new field as a Spiritual Director. I am studying with the Ontario Jubilee Program. This new field I believe puts all my talents with people into one place which and may​ become something I can continue into retirement. Supporting people is what I do best. Woven into all of this is my love of writing. Trained as a Journalist, and having worked in the field as a freelance news writer for many years, I have a great love for writing. This blog is a new beginning for me. As I hone my skills and begin to form a daily discipline of writing I hope it will lead to more writing in the future.
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