Hi!
Thanks for finally letting me in-- I thought you had consigned me to the ranks of heathen, or something.
The meaning of my Christianity has meant more than a couple of things to me over the past thirty or so years.
As I'm settling into my forties (
), it's more about sincere appreciation, meditation 'on' Christ, and 'with' Christ, and continuously breaking the useless or detrimental habits I continuously re-start...
The externals have fallen away a lot! There are still times I care more than I should about what people think--and my constant challenge is to continually scratch and scrape the chaff away that seems to grow on me, unabated, whenever I stop scratching and scraping... (Keeps me in Good Company, all that confessing...)
A peaceful, reliable friendship seems like a good description. Solace. Refuge. The Absolutely Last Saloon This Side Of The Pecos... This is one aspect.
The Holy aspect is not for me to glibly throw out here or now. Maybe some other time.
I think it's nice to have a Christian group. Conversations or debates so often wind up in different places when people who believe differently enter the conversation. It will be nice to see where these go under these circumstances...