Yesterday I went to a church that I used to attend years ago. It is a "new thought" church with a charismatic minister. There was a lot of exuberant singing and swaying and dramatic exaltations with hands raised toward heaven. There were lots of words said in praise.
I used to find this sort of thing uplifting. The words were a comfort to me. Now I find that I appreciate the silence much more than any words. As I was sitting there in this beautiful chapel, I longed to simply breath and experience the moment. I wanted to shush the minister.
It is tempting to think that this is progress. I know that is my ego talking. The change in me merely reflects different circumstances. Perhaps some day I will find myself back in that chapel and I will find that the words suit my needs perfectly. I will be no closer to enlightenment nor any further away.
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