I wonder what percentage of pregnant women and young girls, willingly or through no fault of their own, realize the concept of life – how it ends or even when it begins? I am not putting the blame on anyone. All I know, at one point in my past life, I was one of them. I remember learning about life cycles of animals, organisms, and humans in school. I remember playing with dolls and doll houses, pretending to be a grown up. Sometimes I would want to be a nurse, a teacher or a lawyer – loved me some Perry Mason.
Tonight while trying to make some sense of why I didn’t connect the dots earlier, I wondered why those in authority over me, like my mom, father, teachers – even Sunday School teachers, didn’t tell me that I had dots to connect. Now to give them credit, maybe they did. I just don’t remember any one person telling me “connect the dots, your very soul and future depends on it.” Was I that blind to not see beyond an action to its consequence? Was I so foolish that I couldn’t heed the still small voice that I certainly heard at times, yet went against? Was I that lost? Life shouldn’t be a mystery, yet for so many of us it is. I don’t remember being told to ‘connect the dots’ and as a result I didn’t tell my children. Now if they have come to connect the dots in life after coming into age in their own right, in which I believe they have, I thank God, for the world is a better place.
Can you imagine living in a place and time where everyone “gets it?” When all the dots – soul, mind, spirit, body, heart – connects in a person’s life and he or she has that “ah ha” moment – Life is worth living. Life is worth passing on? But we must also understand that life comes with responsibility and accountability. When we pass life on we must also remember to connect it with these important character traits.
One day the dots connected in my life. In an instance – the beginning and ending of life made more sense to me. As it turned out I still had living to do to completely fill in between the two. But at least now I had a starting point and an ending. I began to realize life is precious, life is hard to live out, that my life needs faith in something greater than myself to survive and touch others in a meaningful and positive way. That life holds me to a standard of accountability and responsibility that I should not take lightly.
Understanding life showed me that I did not create myself - I only had a part in procreating others – that you and I need to help others connect the dots, not just throw concepts at them and hope they stick. If we have children we must teach them moral lessons and good character traits and never let them forget them as they grow up. I forgot - and to give credit where credit is due – I do remember learning them as a child. Forgetting them brought me terrible and undesirable consequences.
My life and faith is worth fully living. I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ. If it is wishful thinking, craziness, paranoia, or whatever to others, so be it. But it is more than enough with faith in life and death for me. It helps me connect all the dots – soul, mind, spirit, body, and heart. All the dots I need to say, THANK YOU, for reading ‘Faithful Friday’, a part of ongoing Conversations Changing America, aka, CHANGEversations.
- Lessons from Kindergarten (theresroomatthetable.wordpress.com)