I used to hide my faith, scarcely admitting that I went to church. But as it becomes more and more central to who I am and who I am becoming, that seems to be changing. I don’t want to be a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde any more, although I still haven’t completely let go of that ‘safe’ dual persona. But ‘someone’ has to take it’s place. Where to begin? What to say?
Living in liberal New England, where people take great care to be PC about everything, adds its own particular burden on people of faith. Oh, I’m sure that each part of the country has its own unique burden; here in the northeast, mum is the word. Of course, I don’t have to take that burden.
As Jesus says:
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light” (Matt. 11:28-30).
Where to begin? What to say? Jesus is a good place to start.