Born and Raised by Inherited Faith

My blog, literature, and career as a litterateur began in 1970. The start of what would become my sincerest expressions came amid a family fraught with emotional instability and hatred. The abuses that fueled such perilous relations would eventually form my faith in a God who knew my potential. We were a people pinned against one another from the very beginning of my conception, and, to speak honestly about our past, division existed before I came into being. I start with a theme of growth and improvability the moment abandonment forced me into the role of a protagonist. My story is one of tall tales and unbelief, but the whole narrative I completed speaks truthfully to a process developed to escape victimhood.

Let’s start with proof of how close I was to family members as a child. My siblings and I grew up, for brief moments, living next door to what I came to learn was the ultimate antagonist. Our grandmother was a bullheaded woman who looked twice her age because of the uncaring nature of her choices. Fried foods and stress aged her ungracefully. She insisted we children call her Grandma Fatso, and when she shook the low-hanging fat under her arms, we all laughed along with her. Little did the naïve child inside me understand the indignities of a hurtful lineage. We would all suffer through a secret kept and undergo individual ill-fated tragedies.

One scripture that most resonates with God’s understanding of our deceptive qualities comes from 2 Corinthians 9. The Apostle Paul wrote, “Now I rejoice, not that ye were made sorry, but that ye sorrowed to repentance: for ye were made sorry after a godly manner, that ye might receive damage by us in nothing” (2 Corinthians 9). At the end of my parents’ lives, after all the poor choices they put into the universe that had returned bad karma and suffering, God reigned over their revelations to salvation. Our lives came full circle, proving worthy of God’s wisdom and the sanctification of pure consciousness found in Jesus’ virtuous existence.

Watching confessed sin and the wholeheartedness that secured my parents’ forgiveness enabled me to seek faith on a scale weighted by the world’s symptomatic realities. My birthmother offered me her saved soul in the end, and by way of confession, she submitted her transgressions to God. She gifted me her consciousness as life’s difficulties and choices came with sins for far too many decades. As an empathic human, reborn in the righteousness God intended for us all along, she and I had finally felt unconditional love. I poured my soul into the embodiment of our shared existence. The Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit reigned over the resentment we, as family, shared. I worked my entire life to rise above the victimhood they involved me in. Every awful experience we encountered together suddenly dissipated into the air we breathed.

New days became a refuge for me as a family who abandoned me, a family who fostered hope in me, and a family who tried hard to destroy me reentered my life with purpose. I encountered God in such a way that the Scriptures describe the Apostle Paul (Saul at that time), Moses, the Apostle John, the Disciples, and shepherds, as written in Luke 2:9, detailing my experience of immense light and the purification He wanted for me. I argue that we are born chosen by God and ruin our access to His righteousness through disobedience and sin. He removed evil from a darkened, defiant soul, and I was the hypocrite claiming a belief that Jesus is a savior for sinners. We require a resolution to the actions that condemn us, and only then does Jesus know our convictions.

Repentance is a plea for forgiveness, and sincerity through committed love allows God to see our soul’s essence more clearly. Clouded self-judgment leaves us vulnerable to the corrupting indulgence and sensationalism of sin. I present my forgiveness to all the parents who influenced my faith in God, and I offer them the love I have made possible. No amount of abuse defined them as less than human, so I have no right to judge. I prayed for my loved ones with an empathic nature only Jesus could instill in me.

John 1:5 says, "The light shines in darkness, and darkness has not overcome it."