Living in Today’s Society While Keeping Focus on Our Purpose
Am I done writing, or do I do more
As I have been writing these posts, I’ve realized I may take a little time off to think more deeply about where to go next. With over 100 posts already written, it feels like a good time to pause and reflect.
Some of you might get the idea that I am discouraging being part of a religious organization. I am not. What I have been saying is that it is not a requirement. It can be beneficial for fellowship with others, but it could also pull you away from seeking deeper understanding. What is important, in my opinion, is a relationship with our Creator.
Over the years, I have held many different ideas about who or what I am. The one thing I do know is that I exist, I have thoughts, I have feelings, I have compassion for others, and I also have a deep compassion for animals. I believe we are meant to care for what we have been entrusted with, especially our families. When the bible states that man is to take dominion and rule over the earth, it really means to care for it, not be a dictator.
I also know that many stories predate the Bible and share similar themes. The names may differ, but the patterns are often familiar. Over time, I’ve come across ideas and accounts suggesting that our history may be more complex than we’ve been taught—ranging from ancient structures that are difficult to explain, to questions about how humanity developed.
I don’t claim to fully understand these things, but they have led me to believe that there is more to our story than we may realize. To me, all of this still points back to a guiding source—what I would call God—not necessarily as always described, but as the origin of all things.
The way I have come to understand creation is something I still hold with an open hand. One way I’ve thought about it is this: what we call the Big Bang may have been the beginning of God expressing and experiencing creation. Not in a literal human sense, but as a source unfolding into what we now see as the universe.
From that perspective, it has made sense to me that we are, in some way, expressions of that source—like small parts of something much greater. We live, experience, and grow, and in doing so, something larger is also being experienced.
That doesn’t make us God, but it may mean we are connected more deeply than we often realize.
Some teachings say we are God ourselves. I’ve never quite been able to accept that fully. It makes more sense to me that we are part of something greater—like a drop from a very large ocean. Connected, but not the whole. It would be similar to a rock saying it’s the Earth. That understanding has helped me keep both a sense of connection and a sense of humility.
As I have come to believe, we are souls in a sense, finding our way back home. The nice thing is that we have been given three things: individuality, free will, and a desire to worship the Creator. These can bring both clarity and confusion. This allows us to do good or do harm. If we can align ourselves with what is right, the journey back may be smoother.
Some believe some souls will never return. That is something that may be debated for a long time. I don’t claim to know the answer.
At some point in our history, I believe a higher expression of that source entered into our world in a very direct way. Christ came not only as someone to believe in, but as someone to observe and learn from.
From my understanding, his life showed us what is possible and reminded us of what we may have forgotten. It was not an easy path, and those who held power within the belief systems of the time resisted that message.
There is still much confusion about what part we are to play in all of this. Are we damaged, or are we souls who have simply forgotten who we are? Did Christ come as a sacrifice, a teacher, or perhaps both? These are questions each of us must come to terms with in our own way.
This is something I have wrestled with. I’ve heard people say they have accepted Christ as their savior, yet still see themselves as unworthy—as if they are meant to remain low. That has never fully sat right with me.
My understanding has become that Christ came not to remind us of our worthlessness, but to remind us of our value—that we may have simply forgotten.
In my earlier years, I held very firm beliefs. If something was not in the Bible, I did not consider it to be true. Over time, I found myself on what I would call a “church roundabout,” visiting different churches over a period of years. I valued the people and built good relationships with many pastors, and I still do.
What I found, though, was that each had their own interpretation. There are said to be over 45,000 different Christian denominations in the world today. That alone made me pause and reflect. If the Bible is our guide, how can there be so many different understandings?
That question stayed with me.
As you can see, I have been on a long journey of wanting to know what is true—not just accepting what I am told, but trying to understand it for myself. After all, a lot is riding on this. We each have this decision to make, as we are all on our own individual journeys, in whatever way we deem important.
I am also in the process of writing an autobiography for my children. It is something I will continue to build as memories come to me, and it will remain private for my family. I often wish more of those before us had done the same, as we are usually left with only bits and pieces of their lives.
As for future posts, I am not sure exactly what that will look like. They may continue as they have, or I may take a little time between them. Only time will tell.
My hope is not that you agree with everything I have written, but that you take the time to think, to question, and to seek understanding for yourself.
May your journey in this life be prosperous in all ways,
Warren