The Vancouver Follower

I should start by saying that I am a perfectionist to a fault. People have joked in the past that it is because the Lord instilled within me a sense of responsibility and not accepting anything less than the best. But my desire, or obsession, with perfection has many times led me astray, especially when it came to how I saw myself in my relationship with God. Quite simply, I had no relationship with Him. He was always a looming figure in my mind, someone I knew that existed and someone who was talked about frequently enough. I didn’t have fear of the Lord; I just  feared  Him. I feared hell and eternal damnation. But despite this fear of being banished to a place where there would be weeping and gnashing of teeth, I was incredibly apathetic. The bible tells us that Jesus died for us because He loves us. Cool story, right? I thought I understood the depth of that truth. But that all changed when I had my Conversion moment in December of 2016. Just bef...

Where to begin. This year has been challenging in the sense that it has forced me to get to know myself again, to rediscover what my values are, where I stand regarding faith, social values and, generally, what I believe in. Even if this was the second time I was moving away from the place I called home, this change of address to Vancouver has allowed me to go back to my roots - to my spiritual roots. Connecting with people that practice the same faith as I do has given a new meaning to my daily spiritual life because it has allowed me to share my experiences and my struggles with people who immediately understand the context and can sympathize. Sharing my time with these friends has allowed me to share a part of me with other people that I hadn't had the opportunity to share before - to show my true self to others without holding back what I feel, what I believe in and what I struggle with. And this is what really marked a difference in my spiritual path and made me pull back...