I was cleaning out some old drawers yesterday (not those old drawers), and found a little cloth amulet of Jesus with his bleeding heart and sweet face with the rubric “Thy Kingdom Come.” I got this years ago in upstate New York at an auction. It came in a grab bag of oddments and I’ve kept it for some reason, all these years.
Aren’t we funny (I mean humans)? I couldn’t throw this out. So it will be up to my children and they will look at it (heathens that they are) and probably wonder how I came to have possession of such a thing.
I’m glad I was raised in the church. The Church, and by that I mean the stories we are told as children, not the dogma, has provided a context, a moral and ethical web in my life.
It has not always changed my behavior but it has certainly let me know when I was off kilter.