Tuesday, February 25, 2014

25 Feb 2014

On my way to the OC. At one point in my life I hated traveling to California. Hated it...and I usually dont hate anything or anyone. That has completely changed now. It was all a matter of perspective. I was flying into LAX, driving to Van Nuys to doa job I did not care for and going back to the airport, all in rush hour traffic.

Fast forward 10 years later and I love going to Cali. The difference? Perspective.

I see the last 10 years of my life in the same light. I have matured, thought, learned how to plan effectively and to pickthe route, clients and experiences that I want to have.

Christinanity teaches that we should not judge. That extends to all situations in which we are not experts, including our very own life.
 
California is overcrowded...because so many people want to live there. California has ugly parts, becuase it iso ne of the largest economies in the world. California has too many laws...well because California politicians tend to be clowns.

In my 30's I have learned that I do not know much. I thought I knew a lot, but it turns out I knew a lot about the little I knew.  A decade  ago, I beleived black people were cursed by god. A decade ago I firmly believed that gays were just sick people, or just perverts or defective. 10 years ago, I believed that blind obedience would bring glory. I had come to separate the God of freedom, intellect, wisdom, the one who wanted me to learn all things from the one my church taught me about. They had at one point become different guys. The church God did not like questions, history, truth, facts, non-members of my church...and he kept making a lot of statements that contradicted not only the basic teachings of christianity, but the core gospel of what Christ taught, the principles I used everyday to guide myself.

Once I had that epiphany, I was able to carry it out to its logical conclusion: the church and the gospel were different, and often at opposite ends. 

I changed my perspective. Suddenly my life was completely clear of illogical, fallical, mental hoops. Suddenly I did not have to accept racism, that my skin was a curse on my "lazy" ancestors, that god contradicted himself, thet pretended he did not teach the thing I had spend years trying to accept.

It all made sense, my life was filled with joy, familiy, time and means to enjoy it. It all was clear once I came to the excruciating realization that MY church was not what it claimed to be. 

La Jollita