Faith is a Journey

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Accepting Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Savior came late in my life. Although I was raised in a church it was a Unitarian church and we spoke of one God. The church was walking distance from our house, we did not even think of driving the few blocks. Being good neighbors and stewards of the earth, we always picked up any litter we found along the way. Our church was located next to our branch library and the first elementary school my sister and I attended. A large Catholic church was located practically across the street from the library, but in our household the trinity was a foreign concept. It remained foreign throughout the first half-century of my life.

The town where I was raised seemed to be predominantly Catholic and Jewish, or at least those were the kids easiest to identify because either they attended CCD classes and got confirmed at some point or they attended Hebrew School and had a bar or bat mitzvah celebration. For my sister and me, Sunday School was held on Sunday mornings for the little kids, and when we got older we graduated to choir practice on Thursday afternoons and then attended the adult worship services on Sundays (sitting in the choir loft, of course). As an adult I drifted away from church and organized religion, and for some years even away from God. But upon moving to the heart of the Bible Belt, on land that is truly in God's country, I could no longer deny the existence of a divine creator and I welcomed God back into my heart. What a relief!

These days I belong to an Interdenominational church located in Nashville, Tennessee. I attend fellowship suppers and Bible Study classes on Wednesdays and worship services on Sundays. We live about an hour away from the church, and for this reason I do not participate in Saturday activities including choir practice. When we first joined, I regretted that joining the choir would involve such inconvenience; now, I am content to sing along with the congregation. (Blessedly this congregation is light years away from the rigid New England traditions in which I was raised, wherein the congregation sat still and quiet, rising only to sing hymns on cue. At Metropolitan, congregants sing or speak whenever the Spirit moves us.)

Whenever becoming acquainted with a new culture or hobby, I have always turned to literature, in particular--fiction. When establishing a hobby farm a few years back, I relied on nonfiction; however, I had spent enough of my formative years soaking in the wisdom of such authors as James Herriott and Mary O'Hara that the culture of farm life was familiar. Similarly, as I came to Christianity, I devoured the authors of Christian Fiction that line the shelves of my local library before discovering the Cokesbury store in downtown Nashville.

Today I accept Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Savior and converse regularly with God. In recent years I have also accepted responsibility for stewardship of my body as well as the earth. A decade ago, I was an unbeliever surviving on the Standard American Diet (which, admittedly, is S.A.D.), passionately teaching middle school English in a Boston suburb. Now I am blessed to be living on a rolling hillside in Middle Tennessee where the majority of my neighbors are bovine, where instead of pets we have livestock, and where we can eat locally and know the source of much of our food. My primary food incorporates spirituality, relationships, career and physical activity. What goes into my mouth is but secondary food. (And it is generally far more healthful than in years past.) For this outlook, I thank the teachings of the Institute of Integrative Nutrition.

Welcome to the Faithful in Health blog where I imagine we'll be covering topics related to health (human and environmental), natural living, faith, contemporary literature and well being. I am glad to be beginning this journey with you.

Blessings.