What is life for you?

Monday mornings almost invariably start with “How was your weekend” questions at work. And I can’t help but dislike that. 

For me there is no point in talking about the logistics of life. What I do, where I go. I’m not defined by that. 

Yet most people define themselves and their level of happiness by what they do or don’t do, and with whom, on the weekend.

Monday mornings are a sad reminder of the world we live in and of how people call the mechanics of this world life.

Life, for me, is God – regardless of what I do or don’t do. 

Life, for me, is following Jesus and trying to treat others as if I were him – relying entirely on God’s grace.

Life, for me, is love. And if there is no love in a busy, self-indulgent weekend, then there’s no life. 

Life, for me, is not this life – it is the eternal life that I have, but don’t yet see.

So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. — 2 Corinthians 4:18

The way, the truth and the life

Essentially faith is about a deep and complete confidence in what you don’t know – yet. And obviously none of us is really fully capable of that. We need our safety nets, our docks and ports. I also suspect faith is very particular to our universe due to that small little detail called spacetime that we’ve chosen to regulate our lifestyle in society.

In my life “post-conversion” and “post-Quantum Mechanics” I have experienced extraordinary moments of change thanks to having faith more than “knowing” guiding my decisions.

It is liberating to have the conscience that I am free to make these decisions and that no matter how much I try to rationalize or calculate what I do next, ultimately there is no way to really “know” whether that is right or wrong, good or bad. Only God knows that and I truly believe that everything happens for a reason and contributes to our spiritual growth. 

This also leads back to Jesus – and is where it originates. I was an atheist for 15 years after 18 years as an ignorant, spiritually confused and disconnected Catholic. And it was only after my conversion that I got to a point where I was ready to take that step into the “abyss” of not “knowing” and allow myself to walk that “invisible” path that leads to God even though I didn’t physically see it. The wonderous thing to it is that once you take that step, suddenly you just know the path is there, deep inside of you.

Impossible to put it into words though. You’d have to walk it to really understand and, most importantly, know it.

John 20:29 Then Jesus told him, “Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”

The relevance of sharing

The most important life experience I’ve ever had is also the one that I share the least: my conversion. Why? Because the relevance of sharing is diluted in our times in a vast sea of superficial and attention seeking sharing. Nonetheless, it does seem that meaningful sharing should also happen less frequently. And that explains the 3-year gap between my last post here and this one.