I am but one person. I am but one kind of Catholic, one kind of Christian, one kind of mother, one kind of sister, one kind of sibling, one kind of wife, and one kind of God-fearing person. This world is but made of many one persons.
I am one kind of person that attended church service today. I have a mental disorder. I suffer from depression. I suffer from anxiety. I am emotionally sensitive (that may be a plus).
Yesterday, I had a bible study and I was troubled by one of the attendees. She openly and verbally invalidated my experiences which I shared with the group and embarrassed me. I had said that my experience is that sins are something that purifies the soul. (I can see now where I erred in the choice of words.) I was corrected by another attendee that it is the love that God exudes to us from confessing our sins that purifies us. However, I was hung up on the former comment. One could tell that comment phased some of the attendees, but not all. At the end of the study, I was flustered but another attendee commented on how she enjoyed the discussion. We all had different perceptions of the bible study. As in life, we all have different kinds of persons with different perceptions, kinds of thinking, kinds of reactions, etc.
Being Catholic (I had wanted to use the commonly used bible verse of the vine and the branches here but this verse is what I was dealt with),
Revised Standard Version Catholic Edition
17 But if some of the branches were broken off, and you, a wild olive shoot, were grafted in their place to share the richness[a] of the olive tree, 18 do not boast over the branches. If you do boast, remember it is not you that support the root, but the root that supports you. 19 You will say, “Branches were broken off so that I might be grafted in.”
Each person with a mental disorder is as important as the next. He or she is created “to share the richness of the olive tree”. In my case, mine was to share the richness of my experience while also validating the other branches exist.
I am but one kind of person. More specifically, one kind of Catholic in context within my bible study group. I truly believe that God created many kinds of olive shoots to be grafted into a God-fearing community – the olive tree. I beckon this community to believe that God has a sense of purpose for you. I ask you to grow with God in your life as you carry your cross (refer to Carry My Cross blog).