The Question of Easter

Someone said to me yesterday “if you believe that Jesus rose from the dead, I’ve got some property in Florida I want to sell you”.

After Stefanie died, as I mentioned before, I was less than impressed with God.  At Easter, I thought to myself “okay, you selfish *%#$@, you’ll raise your son from the dead, but not my daughter? (insert a few choice words)”.  I was disillusioned with my “God”, as I’m sure many people are after they lose a loved one, regardless of the degree of their conviction.

Up until that point in my life, I still had my childhood image of God, a completely separate entity, sitting on a big chair looking down on us, judge and jury over all.  It wasn’t until Stefanie’s death that I had to take a hard look at what I truly believed and ask myself if I was willing to start again, and as an adult, begin the journey into faith anew.

Aside from the faith aspect, I now know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the only power strong enough to heal the deepest wounds, is love.  Gratitude, forgiveness and every other positive feeling we have, when honestly examined, comes from a place of love.

Say what you will about organized religion, good or bad, but the fact remains that Jesus, like Buddha and others, was an incredibly enlightened man who left us with beautiful and pure life lessons, that if followed, would ensure a world of peace and prosperity for everyone.

In many organized religions, “God” is ego-driven,  a deity who watches us and punishes us if we misbehave, but promises rewards if we do the “right things”, but this is not about the pros and cons of going to church; that is a discussion for another time.

What I have learned is that all great spiritual teachings throughout time, including those of Jesus Christ, teach us that God is a divine, invisible presence that lives in all of us, connecting us to Him and each other, and the common denominator is a divine love.

We know, from simple science, that energy never dies, it just changes form.   Given that we are energy beings, it only stands to reason that our spirit leaves our body and is enveloped by the love of divine energy, or put more simply, God.

The problem is, as humans, we have finite, linear minds, and it takes faith to trust in these teachings, a higher power, or for that matter, the resurrection.

I am so enjoying this journey of discovery.

Because I was angry at “my” God, I had to step away and see if I could find something better, something with answers to all of my questions.  What I discovered was that all the roads lead back to the same place.

Regardless of what path we take in life, the ending is the same for all of us, so I encourage anyone who is struggling with any difficulties, to throw out all preconceived notions or anything learned as a child and begin one’s own journey to see where it leads.

What is there to lose?

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4 Responses to The Question of Easter

  1. Craig Morton says:

    Patricia, I hope to never feel the pain you felt that night or are feeling still now.
    When I got the news I had cancer, I was pissed. I thought God had forgotten me. It took me a long time to realize that it was not him that gave me the disease yet it was him that saved me. I remember something my grandmother used to say, God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn’t do. Everyday I thank him for my life.
    Keep smiling and remember without love where would we be? Love, live, laugh and most of all survive for those you love who love you right back!!!

    • patriciahung says:

      Aren’t grandmothers the best?!!!!
      Thanks Craig, glad you’re not only surviving but living life to the fullest.

  2. Ian Kellogg says:

    Patricia, I really appreciate your post. I find that much of your journey mirrors my own journey back to the church these past 11 years. For me, Good Friday was a more important marker on that journey than Easter Sunday. With a new conception of God and a new sense of our reliance on the Divine within, between and around us — a sense that helps me to focus less on ego, when I am lucky –, I have found a way to have a trusting faith again. Blessings to you, your family and your work.

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