My Dear Child
Sometimes we sit back and wonder how we became who we are today. There are many factors on how this happens, our environment; both socially and culturally, our family upbringing, and more scientifically our DNA or our genes. Where I stand now in my life I have realized there is one factor that trumps them all and that is our soul or spirit.
This journal (Will give to her when she's older) that I present to you now I hope has potential to help you grow spiritually and to become who you want to be. But before you go on to what my intensions are let me tell you a bit about me and how I became who I am today. To do that I must start from the beginning, yes with my birth, but I promise this will not be long and drawn out.
In 1975 I was born into this world with 3 different heart defects, ironically each needing the other defect to function. There is no real name for the defect and very few have been recorded but I was given this curse or blessing and it would take years for me to determine which.
It was very difficult living life with this disease, especially as a young child. I was limited in what I could do, no hockey, boxing, soccer, football or any of the passions that all my friends played, only the side lines for me. My parents tried to smother me with toys, toys, and more toys, and for the most part this worked. It kept my mind elsewhere so to speak.
I was born into the Baptist tradition with my mother's side being more dedicated then on my father's side. As I child I rarely attended Church and I'm not sure why your grandmother did not make us go. I guess she never really cared about church or religion all that much, she never felt a need for it and for that I thank her, because I don't think I would be where I'm am today if I had attended church on a regular basis back then. It would appear the dedication stopped with my Grandparents.
I remember sometimes my best friend then (and now) would say to me "You know, you are going to hell because you don't go to church". I would smile and shrug it off. My friend was a smart long winded fellow that attended a catholic church on a regular basis and knew many of the stories from the Bible. His saying this to me did not affect my play, but I have to say a seed was planted with in me.
I had my first open heart surgery when I was in grade 7; this was a very frightful and embarrassing time for me. I didn`t even tell my friends I was going away for few months or for what reason (I was that embarrassed). I was out of school for 2 months and in the hospital for 1. I did manage to get through the school year with the help of some great teachers.
From there my life socially was alright but mentally it went downhill. I became more and more inundated with my condition that I based everything on it, but not publicly only personally did I direct this. Building relationships with female friends was very difficult and this added to my frustrations.
It wasn`t until my high school years that I started asking God and Jesus for answers to my question of ``Why me?", why did I have to go through this. I was also told at this time that by age 30 I would need a heart transplant (didn't happen). This added to the already fuel burning within my heart. I need answers from one source and only one source, God. How is God going to speak with me? Why would God speak with me? And most of all how will I know it's from God. Night after night I would go to sleep asking God for answers knowing that God was listening but not really responding, or so I thought. I would ask God "I never even had a chance to prove myself, I was born with this disease, no sins to commit, why? Why am I going to hell for not attending Church? Why having sexual thoughts am I going to hell if I do not ask for forgiveness? What about the child born outside of Christianity who dies without knowing Jesus?" I finally yelled out "why am I walking on age shells with you?" Life would be better off without me!
I waited... days went by?
Nothing...
Ok, I'm not getting anything here, no response. So I went out to found God in Books and anywhere else I can find her/he/it. I started reading about the history of religion and not just my familiar zone of Christianity but I was open to all religion, Buddhism, Hinduism, and more. I started reading books on science thinking science was going to provide me with answers. Quantum Physics was so exciting to read, my mind was open to a universe so big and yet at the same time a universe so small built on energy, the building blocks of Life and all things. After taking a step back I started to find links between science and religion, it was fascinating.
NOTE: I would ask when you have an opportunity go outside the city, perhaps at Grammies Cottage or Bon Bon's house and look up on a clear night and witness Gods creation in the millions of stars. Just sit there and gaze at all the possibilities; think about how many other worlds with great civilizations are out there.
Buddhism played a huge roll in my life that it deserves to be mentioned with more than a few words. Buddhism with its Four Noble Truths and Eight Folds path has taught me much particularly Zen Buddhism. Zen which I still hold dear to my heart (perhaps if I was a true Zen follower I would not hold is so close to my heart) has showed me how to find my center and to stay focused on my path. I remember once my Friend (yes the same one that told me I was going to hell) and I one night where at the University Library studying for something and he came along a book call The recorded sayings of Zen Master Joshu. Within the book we found a writing that stated the following:
At Nan-ch'uan's temple one day, the monks of both the east and west halls were arguing about a cat. Nan-Ch'uan came into the room, held up the cat, and said, "If you can say something, I won't kill it. If you can't say anything, I'll kill it." No one in the assembly could understand Nan-ch'uan's mind, so he killed the cat (he did not really kill the cat, he made a cut across the neck motion). The next evening, the master returned from somewhere and, while they were exchanging greetings, Nan-ch'uan told him what happened and said, "What would you have done to save the cat?" The master took off one of his sandals, put it on his head, and left. Nan-ch'uan said, "If you had been there, the cat would have been saved."
Of course at the time my friend and I laughed at this saying. We didn't have a clue what the meaning behind such powerful but humorous sayings. This passage left a seed for my later years as a committed Zen Buddhist. As I grew older I became attracted to Zen and Zen to me. Year after reading the statement above I found that book and purchased it. That book will always be a reminder of where my path started and how I came to be where I am now. I believe what Zen masters say about everybody having Buddha nature, everybody is born with Enlightenment but not everybody knows that we are. Even now where I stand spiritually I believe this although most in my current path believe we are born with original sin. Original Sin to me stands for the lost of remembrance that we are one with God. When we were kicked out of Eden for eating from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil and gaining that knowledge we lost our connected remembrance with God. The rest of the Bible explains our journey back to God (anyway we will get to that later). This next quote sums up Enlightenment according to Zen:
One day during a tea break a student standing next to Suzuki Roshi asked, "So what do you think about all of us crazy Zen Students?" Roshi said, "I think you're all enlightened until you open your mouth."
Also Zen has given me the obedience of mediation; it is this that has helped focus my life's path and goals. Today because I Zen I am dedicated to my path, thank you Buddha and thank you Zen Masters.
Mixed in with my Buddhist path I came upon three books called "Conversations with God book 1, 2 and 3" By Neale Donald Walsch. I bought them. My life was eternally changed. I would never be the same again. A weight was lifted from me.
In one moment I realized something so profound and so clear. It was night time and I was on my way to my then girlfriends (wife now). The moon was shining so bright that night I cannot explain, it was unusual. I came to a stop sign and looked up at the moon. And there it was, what I have been looking for my whole life, all my questions to God where melted away in a flicker of light. And then I sat back and I listened...and I listened...I realized that...God was always speaking to me. God was speaking to me at birth through my defects, God was speaking to me through my friend who advised me of my terrible ways, God was speaking to me through my frightening and embarrassing experience of my surgery, and most of all I realized that God answered me through all that was presented to me in life. Science, religion, spiritual books; churches, rituals, laws of physics they are the details; they are the little reminders about life and God. This truth was larger than any religious scripture. The answer was found within me. The truth my heart was bursting out with was from something bigger than I but was also from me. It was a communion with God.
I realized with all my heart that God can be found in all things. God does not necessarily have to be found in a sacred text such as the Bible or Bhagavad-Gita. God can be found in all things, good and bad, hot and cold, big and small, up and down, here and there, then and now in all ways, always. God lives through all possibilities; for without bad how can we know Gods Goodness. God is living out all possibilities through us to experience LIFE; to experience Gods magnificence, because how can god know its magnificence if all there is, is God? There is only one way to do this... Forget, unless we remember.
Then you were born...
It was a warm July day. I had recently returned home from the hospital to take a shower and grab a bit to eat. Your mother was in the hospital with minor complication trying to keep you in her belly. You see your mother was only 25 weeks into her pregnancy and because of a complication you wanted to come out. We needed to hold off the birth until at least 32 weeks in. But you had other plans. I had just got done taking my shower and prepared my meal (KD) when I got the call from a friend (Pam) who was with your mother saying that she was going into labor and delivery.
Your mother was on her fifth day in the hospital and things were going good. I remember thinking on the way over...I'm feeling a little scared and shocked. I didn't know what was going to happen but I kept an open mind that things were going to be ok. I arrived and shortly after the Doctor came in and looked over your mother and stated, "You are going to have a baby within the next 24 hours".
My life at this point was forever changed. After hearing those words your mother and I created a bond of feelings that will forever be unbreakable. The feeling of fear quickly filled our hearts and mind. For me it was not a fear of losing my child it was a fear of a loss of control. This was not the birth of a nine month baby this was the birth of a 25 week baby and it was out of even the doctor's hands.
30 min later your mother was in full labor. I grabbed on to the only control I had "hope". I did not pray to God that everything will be alright. No, I thanked God for my healthy child and wife. Calmness came over me and at that moment I know everything was going to be alright.
You were born and shortly after taken away to the Neonatal Unit but not before one of the nurses held you high for all to see. You were so tiny.
That night I read these words:
Longer than the tails
of wandering mountain pheasants
on foot-tiring hills,
the long night lies before me,
though it too leads into dawn.
By Dogen Kigen (1200 - 1253)
That night your mother and I had a restless sleep in the hospital but by mid-night after visiting our child, all 1.7lbs of her in the NICU a name was given, "Faith".
As a Buddhist/Christian (at the time) I contemplated, prayed and meditated on your life every day. Meditation played a big role in my life at this time. It gave me the strength and peace in every breath I took. Meditation let me experience every moment with you, a mind clear and full of peace and love.
You are a miracle.
But a new question has arisen, where does Jesus fit in all of this? How can I make the one that I started it all with, the one that I spoke with while lying in bed at night, exist as a part of my life? I have attempted to read the bible on many occasions and have failed in all ways. There were too many unanswerable questions for me.
This past year I have met a couple of people from work that are very Christian and very passionate about their relationship with Jesus. I attended a few of study groups with them and have met with them a couple of times just to talk about religion and spirituality. So more and more Jesus was on my mind and the passion that they had for him was robbing off on me and I'm not sure why. I'm not sure if it was just a wanting to be a part of a group, because at the time I did not consider myself being a member of any one religion. And I have felt very comfortable with this up until recently. It has been a while since I have attempted to read the Bible especially with new eyes.
So I made a decision and commitment to read the bible end to end. As a result it has been both exciting and eye opening.
I started finding answers to questions I had in the past and new ones that arise. After reading some of Marcus Borg's books, speaking with my minister and listening and reading Bishop John Shelby Spong's works many of those questions were answered. Of course not all but it is a working progress.
I can finally say I have opened the door and let Jesus in and this happened on July 17th, 2009. It felt right, it felt calming, and most of all I could feel the presence of Jesus within me. This was very refreshing and joyful.
In this Journal(s) I am attempting to write my thoughts, feelings, and interpretations as I read through the Bible for the first time with a new understanding and a fresh start. I am very excited about this and cannot wait for you Dear Child to read these words. After I have completed this journal I will end with more thoughts.
My suggestions when reading the Bible, read it metaphorically, historically and culturally. Upon reading my journal I hope it helps you understand what is metaphorical, historical and cultural.
At the back of these journals I have provided a number of books that would be wonderful if you could read. I'm not an author and they can explain the wonders of life much better then I. So please feel free to explore these books at anytime.
And one more thing...
You are the reason the sun came up today, believe it! N from U
With Love,
You're Dad

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