Another experience I had today. I was talking with a group of ladies and I had a conversation so seeped in irony that it made me think. One insisted that she will never go to church because she doesn't like feeling pressured to service others or to give anything of herself. She said she does enough for her kids...and that there was no way she would give more to church. I had never heard such calloused selfish declarations before...it was strange. My heart pounded and I knew I needed to say something but I wasn't sure what to say.
I explained in the best way I could that my faith has added so much to my life. Giving of myself to others has been such a source of joy and true happiness to me. It is what has kept my mind off my own trials and frustrations. I recognize the Lord's hand each day in my life. She spoke with such an attitude of indifference that it made me sad for her...but as she kept talking she explained how she struggles deeply with depression, I wish she could understand that charity and following Christ are such a source of joy. Not the fleeting joy that is felt by superficial worldly things...but true, lasting joy. My faith doesn't mean that my life will be easy each day, perfect, or without trial...it just means I will know my purpose and feel his support during those trials. I know without doubt that the Lord didn't make us and send us to Earth just to have fun...live a little, and die. Our universe has too much brilliant organization and order for life to be so haphazard and so senseless. I know our lives have purpose. I am so grateful for that knowledge. Our conversation was brief...most of the "aha" moments were in my head as I listened to her.