I went down to my local Buddhist place to get me some new prayer beads.

Why?

You know why.

You know that with my temper, I rubbed those things raw, right down to a stick.

That is why I don’t give hand jobs!

They wouldn’t be appreciated.

Seeing the little monks in this season’s fashionable colors got me thinking about religion and spirituality. If you ask anyone that truly knows me, I am not particularly religious. I don’t attend service on Sundays. I thought Lent meant that people could loan me money without having to pay it back because it was God’s work. I am not too conscious of what I wear. I like to be all titified and all.  And I don’t particularly care too much about fish, but I definitely have a thing for long hot sausages!

However, I am very spiritually. Nothing comes between me and GOD!

I realize that the prayer beads could sometimes give you that false sense of feeling that you need it to be a kind of “connector” between you and Him, but really you don’t. As a child I was taught that before you go to bed, you must kneel down and pray to him. I remember being afraid of saying “The Lord’s Prayer” because of the part that said, “as you walk through the shadow of death”. To a little child, it scared the bejesus out of me! But, as I got older it definitely has a new meaning for me. Sometimes in life you need a protector. Someone or something divine that you can share secrets with, bounce ideas off of, stand against adversity with and cry over failures. But, in truth He makes you see the divine in all things that are possible.

I remember the first time I came to a shelter. It was after a long disastrous part of my life. I was lucky to survive. I remember filling the bathtub with water and easing myself into it. It is funny how a bath can end up being immensely spiritual. Water, I think is one of God’s greatest inventions. It can keep hunger at bay and at the same time be used to cleanse you. I felt as if I was performing my own baptismal.  It was then that I had a revelation-we all have trouble times so that we can remember HIM?

True, no?

Whenever you see an actor on the podium receiving an award, they always leave the stage forgetting at least the one person or several persons that got them there. They remember family (though not all,some even forget wives and husbands); maybe an agent or two and a parent or both. I recall watching Mickey Rourke standing up on stage getting his Golden Globe award. The man had been through so much, that he remembered E-V-E-R-Y-B-O-D-Y!  It was poignant. It was heartfelt. He was humble.

He even mentioned the names of a group of people who put their jobs on the line when they cast him.

I hope that we never ever have to reach that point where something has to happen to jig ourselves to remember the ones who helped us get to where we are in live.

I don’t think that it is religious, possum, that’s spiritual.

p.s. I know, I know. God and hand jobs in the same post.  I may have to head to church after all and repent.

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