Sunday. It's the day that many people pass through the doors of their chosen church. That's good. Others choose not to go through doors at all. That is a personal choice, one that is none of my business, nor yours.
My doors are most likely different than yours, a choice that required years of conscious thought, searching and mind bending mental gymnastics. It was a difficult path but one that has ultimately brought peace of mind and comfort with who I am and what I believe. I took this journey alone, influenced by no one. No one.
My place right now has brought some interesting comments from others. One of the recurring themes that I hear is that those who question the idea of a Supreme Being have no direction, no values, no sense of morals. Honest, I have heard that. More than once. The first time it was like a hard slap in the face. Now it merely stings and after a day or so the hurt goes away.
No, that's a lie. The hurt doesn't go away. But it's not as shocking as it was the first time I heard it.
I don't do Sundays the same way you do. Often I choose not to go through any doors at all and instead enjoy the beauty of nature. I listen to the frogs in the pond, stare at the mountains and breathe the fresh air. Sometimes weeds get pulled or the car gets a needed washing. I think, sweat and try to work out whatever dilemma is currently at the top of my list. It is my favorite day of the week.
I do try to live a moral and ethical life. And yes, that is possible to do without going through the same doors that you do. And who knows? I might find even different doors to explore in the future.
(Littlest found a $5 bill yesterday! She's four. Watch out MoneyWalker, the competition is coming!)