(1 Peter 4:12-19)
Enough said, almost.
It never fails to amuse and sadden me at the same time, that even though I try to live my faith, and love those around me with the love of Christ, doing my best not to judge others or their choices in their journey towards God. (as soon as I am blameless, I will feel free to judge others, but until that time, I have not the right) my faith is the butt of anger and jokes.
But it hurts, really hurts, when people feel free to slam my faith as if it was absolutely necessary to hurt me. If they used the same words to describe my faith if I was Islamic, or Jewish, they would not do this, I know. I could be Baha'i, Wiccan, a devotee of any ancient pagan faith, and they would be nothing but charitable.
Nevertheless, I take hope in Peter's words.
The fact that I went on a "pilgrimage" and not a trip is a horrible thing, I guess.
Again, it's just part of the journey. I shall dance in the blessings of all persecution. As Jesus reminds me, Blessed are those who are persecuted for My name's sake.
Blessings to you as well, on this rainy day.
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