Knowing it all

I miss knowing everything. Having all the answers. Being smarter than everyone else. Because I, like my fellow Christians knew that The Secret wasn’t some hippy dippy Oprah-endorsed life hack.

No, the real secret was that because I’d opted to empty myself of self and allow Jesus to possess me in spirit form that I was going to go to Heaven someday and everyone else would burn in Hell.

Makes it easy to feel superior when you know that ahead of you is eternal reward and the rest of the world is headed for eternal damnation.

I miss that, because the alternative is to grapple with the idea that we’re all the same, all working for the same goals, all part of community in some way and instead of sitting on my high horse looking down I would better serve my fellow man by reaching a hand out instead of down.