But I tell you who hear me: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you. If someone strikes you on one cheek, turn to him the other also. If someone takes your cloak, do not stop him from taking your tunic. Give to everyone who asks you, and if anyone takes what belongs to you, do not demand it back. Do to others as you would have them do to you.
After the events of yesterday (which I’ll get to later), I returned to my current sanctuary in a severely foul mood. And with the events of the night before, it only added fuel to the fire that was my anger…
I’ve been speaking a lot recently on my relationship with religion: I’m highly unattached from the Church. I’ve never been one to attend Church, I wasn’t baptized, I’ve not confessed. My father would be some form of southern Baptist, my mother a strong Catholic (also disassociated with Church) but never her faith and belief. I take great pride in my views on Jesus, God, the Holy Bible; I don’t associate my beliefs to the Pope, priests, pastors… if I had to categorize myself to a religion, I’d be somewhere within the boundaries of Catholicism, Christianity, and Judaism.
Catholicism is easy to explain: my mother’s side of the family is Catholic; my beliefs typically fall into the realm of Catholicism.
Christianity comes more from my direct focus of my beliefs on Jesus – I feel he’s a much greater factor on humanity and the divine than what Catholicism paints him out to be.
Judaism from the idea that Jesus was a man… though again, I believe his significance is far greater than portrayed in the texts.
A summary of my belief: Jesus (a Jew) was a man with divine wisdom. Anyone who has read of Jesus in the Holy Bible knows that his wisdom exceeded humanity, and this is one of the traits that helped to portray him as more than a man. I don’t disbelieve that Jesus was in fact the Son of God, nor do I disbelieve notions that he was simply a man. I say to you look no further than his own bloodline… the son of the son etc. of Adam – son of God. Adam was the first man on this planet… he was truly God’s first son. Jesus says:
So, David calls him Lord; how then is he his son?
I believe Jesus to be superhuman; yet only greater than any man solely on his willpower and devotion to the belief that he was sent to do things for God that his divine wisdom permitted. I believe Jesus to be the example for every human to follow… mainly because Jesus was flesh and bone as we are… and preached that all were equal. His selflessness is what I hope (yet have failed so far) to achieve in my own life.
Anyways, back to the original quote: when I returned yesterday, I was prompted by a friend to turn towards the Gospel of Luke for a look, not having anything to do with the situation. I knew the passage I selected was in the Gospel of Luke, but coming across it had a divine feeling I have only felt several times before. Then again, it’s always good to read passage to help your situation.
The situation? I was on my way back from my grandparents house to my current sanctuary, when I realized that doing the 45 mph speed limit had brought me fast up onto a robin egg blue car… this man was doing 30 (or less since I had to keep easing up on his rear bumped when doing 30 myself). I gave him an opportunity to get up to 45, he didn’t accelerate at all. I blew my horn to hopefully get his attention, he seemed to get frustrated by me. I waited for traffic in the other lane to clear for an opportunity to get over and pass him. When I got my chance, I shot it up. When I hit 35, he hit 35. When I hit 40, he hit 40. When I hit 50, he hit 50… he was playing chicken with me. I slammed on my brakes, and he slammed on his brakes, but luckily he ended up in front of me so I could jump back over.
I followed him at 30 for another half-mile and turned last second off of the road to get away from him. I was so furious… I had considered a PIT maneuver or just straight up shoving him off of the road into one of the 4 foot ditches (which surely would have severely injured or killed him). I knew I had made the correct decision, one which I’m sure Jesus himself would be proud of. When I reached for my cross on my neck, it wasn’t there – and I believed it to be a sign that something horrible could have happened had I made my decision to hit his car. It also made reading the passage much more meaningful to me. Do unto others… I didn’t try to kill him; therefore my life wasn’t put in any further risk.
So I say to you, belief or not, please make sure you follow the morals you learn in the Bible. I don’t know that it was divine intervention, but I am sure that it’s something about the decisions we make.