I sought the Universe, and it heard, and it answered.
I was baptized on March 31, 2024. I was submerged in holy water and lifted back into a world. This world suddenly felt rebuilt around redemption and second chances.
At the time, I was drinking again. I was hurt and patched my wounds with temporary bandages. I chased answers that maybe weren’t meant to be understood. These answers instead cracked me open and led me to transformation.
For a long time, I tried to fit my love for the Universe into a “Christian-accepted” box. I tried to label it, explain it, make it comfortable for the beliefs around me. Over this past year, through unraveling and rebuilding, I realized something:
The Lord Jesus Christ can be whatever you need Them to be.
The Lord is the Universe.
The Lord is the Unknown.
The Lord is Allah.
The Lord is Buddha, Nirvana, Peace, and Prosperity.
The Lord is the strength it takes to get out of bed when life feels impossible.
The quiet push to keep going when every part of you wants to give up.
Prayer is not just religion; it is alignment.
It is the moment you speak out loud your hopes, fears, truths, and dreams.
It is a way to get right with your body, mind, and spirit.
It is a way to touch the Universe and say, I’m here. Keep me here.
And the Holy Spirit is that surge inside you. It is that flash of knowing when your body remembers it is connected to something beyond flesh. It goes beyond circumstance. It extends beyond right now.
Religion controls the minds of enemies. It shapes the opinions of our closest friends. It also shifts the way we connect with each other. I find myself asking:
When did faith take on such a twisted burden?
When did something sacred get bent, stretched, and repurposed to serve politics, power, and the times instead of the soul?
Religion is not the bad guy.
Our interpretations are the issue. We twist them to fit fear, control, and ego. These actions have welded negativity onto a universal God.
God did not cage us.
We built the cage and then blamed God for the bars.
I heard someone say once that we die twice.
First, when our body stops breathing.
Second, when the last person speaks our name.
If that is true, then the soul outlives the body.
It lingers.
It travels.
It stays long after our physical form fades.
Part of my spiritual awakening has been accepting the mystery and acknowledging that we do not know what comes next.
Maybe we reincarnate.
Maybe we watch from above.
Maybe we appear in the moments our loved ones need us most. We are a warmth. We are a presence. This is a feeling that can’t be explained but can be felt.
The soul, like Christ and the Universe, is memory.
It is vibration, echo, residue.
It is every moment we touched this earth. It is every life we brushed against. It is every wave our existence sent out into the world.
It is what remains when nothing else can.
In the end, it is whatever you need it to be.
And so is the Lord.
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