Last weekend (Yikes, it scares me to say that already – time flies away way too fast), I went with one of my (new) great friends (and future musical sensation) to a sunday sermon at her church, the Mosaic church.
The sermon began with a concert of lovely (spiritual?) music and was followed by the sermon itself, lead by Pastor Erwin McManus. Even if you’re not a believer, you should take the time to go to at least one sermon just to experience his way of preaching. In fact, if you’re a pastor you should probably travel to LA just to take a leaf out of his book. He is truly as great at what he does as people will tell you he is. He will crack jokes and he will be engaging, but most of all he truly masters using examples from life to explain what he is trying to teach. That’s something else than the ancient Bible passages primary school told you to learn by heart “just because”!
Now, let’s have this one thing clear: I’m not a Christian. I’m not even religious. I’m neither an atheist. I’m a spiritualist and ideologist. Like Christians follow the ten commandments, I follow the Celestine insights – or more correctly the spiritual ideology behind them.
Moreover, I’m extremely careful with claiming to know or even believe that there is a God or that Jesus walked the earth. Why? First of all because I don’t like the idea of putting the fate of humans in the hands of a man. I find it becomes way more of an excuse for humans to not stand for their actions or to not understand that they are responsible for their own personal and the community’s hell or heaven on earth. Second of all, the idea scares me; the idea that someone out there could be in control of my fate would also mean they were in control of my past. I would have a special kind of resentment brewed up for someone who wants my love, but let me go through what I’ve gone through and all the further poverty, violence, disasters and tragedies people around the world encounter every day. I don’t want to feel that kind of emotions in my heart even though I’ve accepted my past and are happy that it made me capable to get to where I am.
To me, “God” is love, energy, stardust – whatever you want to call it. To me, “Jesus” are coincidences who leads me on the path through misery to the larger picture; to love. To a change in the world. That idea I can accept; incidences in my life collided with others and sent me off in the direction of new incidences which again will collide with others – the power of that collision being dependent on how open I am to interpret the roadsigns ahead of me, a.k.a. choices, and energy. By the end of the day, my road is then paved by me and the choices I make.
Saying all of this, however, I’m not going to say I don’t have any wish at all to believe. I don’t blame anyone for turning to religion for comfort. “God” knows I have done. I do pray.
This day’s sermon at the Mosaic church was about prayers; how to make them and how to make them heard. When you block out everything that starts with God or Jesus did or said, there’s not much left, but I still agree with the final message of one’s prayers being heard when one keep faith within one’s heart and ask for what one needs instead of what one thinks one wants. To me this sounds true.
Last time I prayed I negotiated with “God” that I would believe again (having lost a lot of my fate in Peru due to the Typhoid) if my cat would only come back home so I could see her one last time. She did and a month later she passed away. This was something I not only wanted, but something I really needed. I would not have been able to come back from the depression that followed had I not been able to say goodbye to my one and only ally, my baby girl and best friend through 16 years.
For these lessons, I would love to go to a church. I would love to be part of a community who wants to share philosophical thoughts and love. I could see a lot of that at the Mosaic church. Unlike churches back home in Norway, people were actually there because they chose to; because they believed and not out of a sense of duty; because the Mosaic church is such an essential part of their week. I honestly saw some of the most beautiful people I have ever seen in my life on this particular noon – the spirit coming through their eyes took my breath away – and that was only by studying their spirits/fields of energy (My friend, who I went to the church with, is a perfect example of one of these people).
4th of July
I learned just how important and how much of a blessing communities like Mosaic can be because they can save you when you’re feeling alone (especially with nowhere to call home and your friends and family far away). On the 4th of July I did and I went to their Fourth of July picnic which was incredible. They had food for everyone, family activities and games, and everyone joined in to sing the national anthem (which I quite frankly think is gorgeous). I got to know so many new and sweet people, one of them who I went and watched fireworks with in the evening. We both ended up with company instead of being alone – isn’t it funny how that worked out? I’m really going to miss this community when I leave LA..
Today’s interesting note:
I believe the Mosaic church have a summer camp going on for kids that would be worth checking into. I also met a girl with a jewellery business and her stuff is sooo pretty and trendy 😍 (One of the pieces is also made in collaboration with Paul Walker’s foundation, Reach Out World Wide and 30% will go to support them). Perfect for us dreamers, humanitarians and world travellers (I’m saving up to buy a piece or two as we speak.)