Because my pain is nothing compared to yours, my Lord.
The movie, The Passion of Christ by Mel Gibson, has been released nine years ago but I have never seen it for no particular reason. Maybe because the reviews said that it was irrelevantly bloody and offensive or maybe because I haven't gotten in touch with my faith that long. Today, on a Holy Friday, I have finally watched the movie.
I am pretty educated about Christ and His stories. As a child who grew up in a Catholic household and being an active Christian when I was in high school, I read a lot about the saints, the apostles and their martyrdom, Christ's childhood and miracles and suffering -- everything probably in between. My faith was shaken when I entered college. I began to question idolatry and celibacy and all the attacks you can think of against the Catholic Church. I became a distant believer.
I have long been searching for my faith and right now, probably at the darkest moment of my life, I have found it again. The doctrines do not matter; the dogmas are there to guide -- everything else could be a mistake, everything else could be fallible. But these are not important. I realized that what was important was finding a faith which brought me closer to God. What was important was that I find a congregation who will connect me again like a river that will never run dry because it is connected to the immense glory of the seas.
