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The Cross of Jonah

The Cross of Jonah

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Published by: Christian Passen on May 25, 2011
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 Jonah·s Cross
ByChristian S. Passen
 
I
ntroduction
How often do we find ourselves lost; for me, more often than not.
I
have always beentold to lift my troubles to God, to allow Him to bear the burden.
I
was brought up to believethat He died for us to remind us that we are never alone. Throughout our most difficultmoments, he stands beside us to help carry us to the other side of the mountain that stands inour way.
I
respect that, but due to current events,
I
feel it is a fairy tale.
I
t is no different thanlove, family, friendship etc. They are all made out to be this pretty picture that we hope to oneday paint ourselves, but soon grow to realize the picture is nothing more than splashes of black and white, which create none other than a big mess of grey.Too many times
I
have had hopes to acquire the perfect life; the perfect relationship, theperfect family, etc. All these things which
I
have tried so desperately to achieve have let medown.
I
mperfections exist;
I
am living proof of that. My family is certainly not a TV sitcomfamily, like the world so effortlessly tries to tell me it should be. College is in no way whatsoever like
I
had expected from watching countless episodes of Boy Meets World; there isno life-long friend/teacher that helps me with my life problems, no comic-relief brother, andno friend quite as reliable as
I
had hoped. As for relationships, don·t even get me started.
I
t·sone nutcase after another, you think 
I
·d learn my lesson by now and just become a priest likemy mom had hoped me to be.Me, a priest?! What in God·s name, makes my mom feel as if 
I
could be a priest? Tosimply take everything, all my burdens, troubles, and fears and lay them at the feet of the cross,to leave it in God·s hands, it can·t be that simple?
I
mean,
I
hardly consider myself Catholicanymore.
I
still have a strong foundation in faith and
I
pray every night and make the besteffort
I
can to attend church on Sunday·s, but on the other hand,
I
have done things that thechurch community would completely be repulsed by.
I
have done my best to keep an openmind towards others.
I
have befriended gays,
I
have tried drugs on a few occasions,
I
have lied,
I
have cursed, and
I
have had sex before marriage. How can
I
even consider leading a churchas their priest?
I
consider myself to be somewhat of an observer. Based on my observations,
I
havestrayed away from the Catholic religion and explored other religions in depth. The one
I
findmost fascinating is Buddhism. ´Buddhism is areligionandphilosophy encompassing a variety  of traditions, beliefs and practices, largely based on teachings attributed toSiddharthaGautama, commonly known as theBuddha("the awakened one").µ After
I
had done a lot of self reflecting,
I
realized that
I
would prefer not to define myself by any specific religion, because
I
 feel that by definition, it would be false.
I
would conform my beliefs to that of others and they would no longer belong to me. My beliefs would simply be hand-me down beliefs from my ancestors.
I
choose to believe what
I
do for my own specific reasons, not because
I
am told toby some book, or some other person.
I
·m sorry dear mother, but regretfully,
I
am not a Catholic priest, a missionary, aworship leader, or even spreading the word of God for that matter. Rather
I
have been testingit, doubting it, and pushing my faith to its limits.
I
have already broken a commandment by doing so. Don·t get me wrong,
I
still have faith, and a bible next to my reading lamp on my beside table, but am
I
going to shove it in other people·s faces? No,
I
am not.
I
feel that
I
havemy life and other people have theirs, who am
I
to tell them otherwise?
 
I
am no saint, but a sinner.
I
always have been a sinner, since the moment
I
was borninto this world,
I
was brought up by sinners and
I
knew nothing other than sin and redemptionfor my sins.
I
feel as if committing sin is all part of being human, you can thank Adam and Eve,or you can own up to your own mistakes and just accept the inevitable. We are sinners giventhe choice to change. However, sometimes we aren·t given the choice for it is forced upon us,without the respect for our own intensions. This is where my story begins;
I
feel
I
was visited ina dream by a messenger of God. Any normal person, would consider this to be just anotherdream, however,
I
consider it to be a life-altering experience.
I
feel we all have had suchdreams, but do we dismiss them, or acknowledge them for their deeper meaning?

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