Growing
up in a predominantly Agnostic/Atheistic family, it was often hard to find
solace in spirituality. Growing up, as well, in a Christian community, and with
Christian relatives thrown into the mix, was exceedingly difficult, in its own
right. I, unlike those around me, and from a very young age, have been able to
see God’s grace in mundane things. The things that are often overlooked. Where
others see a simple bird, I see an entire creation of His vision. From the age
of seven, I have thought thusly, I have always kept a journal, in which I would
write. Writing is the one thing that makes me feel so closely connected with
God, that I can stretch my hands out and embrace Him, and the more I write
about the miracles I see or hear about, and the more I write Praise in His
name, the closer I feel to Him. Even now, when I am 17 years old, I feel that
bond growing ever stronger, and it brings me such joy to know that it will grow
even stronger. Being Bahá’í to me, is so
much more than a title that I hold, or something that others look upon with
confusion, and often scrutiny. It is who I am. It is my being. I cannot exist
without my Faith, and I feel like, for the first time in my life, I have a
stability that transcends this finite mortal plane. I have a stability that is
always there, no matter what physical blow, or emotional strike befalls
me. The greatest solace I have ever felt
is knowing that in the end, when my soul is separated from my physical being, I
will be embraced by God. It is very hard to feel negative emotions, when one
knows that great Truth.
Now,
I’ll be the first to admit that I am young. There is an insuperable amount of
ignorance that comes with that. I am aware of that, and I have made it my duty
to circumnavigate that very ignorance, and to always keep in mind that the core
ideals of being Bahá’í are what must guide me through this difficult, yet
infinitely rewarding, life. I am on a spiritual Journey, one that will never
end. I am wholly and completely content with this knowledge however, for I do
not wish to know all. I never will, and if given the opportunity, I would deny
it wholeheartedly. For that is what keeps us pure, the seeking of knowledge. We
look towards our Faith for guidance, towards God. It is what fills us with
purpose, and to take that away would be to take away the very thing that makes
us Human.
When
I was 15, my grandmother passed. She was a Buddhist, and did her best to
instill ideals into my mind of pacifism, love, and warmth towards all. I feel
that having her in my life was the biggest blessing I could ever imagine. She
was the one person I was closest to, and the one person who I never believed I
could live without. She was my other half, my rock in this world, my yin, my
YiaYia and without her here, with me, I felt like I was lost. Adrift in a sea
of emotional turmoil, I was lost at what to do. My young body, and mature mind
were at a constant battle, for I tended to think about things in profound ways,
and make decisions accordingly. This isn’t always a good thing for a teenager,
seeing as to how our brain’s cognitive ability is not fully formed. So, in the
summer of 2011 I had a thought. “If all that there is to live for is Human
strife, then why continue?”
It
was after I came to this realization that I decided to attempt suicide. I wrote
the note, and carried out my plan to a tee. As I was sitting in my computer
chair, looking at a picture of my grandmother, and listening to an Andy Grammar
CD, I felt a chill creep down my body. I came to a realization that this, in no
way at all, was the answer, and it was then that my spirituality shoved my
abnormally- formed cognitive teenage brain into the corner of my being and took
over. I hadn’t felt that clear minded, and close to God ever before, and it was
in that moment, of pain, and confusion, and utter emotional turmoil, that I
found the one thing that has guided my life since, and that will continue to
guide me for the rest of Eternity: God’s Love. I felt accepted, and forgiven,
and loved, and cherished. Things that I cannot even begin to explain. Just
complete, and insurmountable amounts of Joy and Love.
The
following year, I did research. I read the Bible, figuring it was a good
starting point. I asked neighbors, relatives, and friends, everyone that I
knew, about their Faith. It was a touchy subject with most, but I was seeking
information, and it had to be done. I started out believing that I was
Buddhist, and I was for about a year. As I was watching videos of one of my
favorite Vocalists performances, [Andy Grammar] I saw that he was performing at
a Bahá’í High School. Being the inquisitive mind that I am, I looked it up. I
also made a connection, because I had heard that my paternal grandmother was Bahá’í
as well, but we had never really touched on the subject, because I had kept my
Spirituality a guarded and cherished secret. This came from an emotional
response more than anything, I think. As with any death or loss, it’s hard not
to feel some sort of guilt. “Maybe I could’ve saved her if I had kept her
closer, dearer to me,” “Maybe, if we hadn’t screamed at each other quite as
much, or if I had spent more time with her… this wouldn’t have happened.” These
are things that I told myself whilst going through the mourning process, but it
made me see the value in things that I hadn’t otherwise, such as relationships,
and it helped show me the mortality of us all, and that each individual burns
with a flame all their own, and that flame may be snuffed out by the slightest
stir of Autumn wind, tossing into the air bronze and yellowed leaves. It made
me cherish every person that I knew on a whole new level.
Andy
Grammar is Bahá’í . I had never known, and I probably wouldn’t have known
unless I had been watching that specific video at that specific time. It is
truly a blessing, because his music held such meaning to me beforehand, and now
it holds a special, huge part in my heart at present. I got to meet Andy at a
concert in Orlando, at the House of Blues. Meeting him was one of the most
joyous moments of my life, and being able to exchange Bahá’í greetings with him
was surreal.
Being
a part of the Bahá’í Faith has become such an integral part of who I am, for
even before it was official, I felt so closely connected to it. It describes,
to a tee, my being. My purpose, my meaning, my Journey, my Faith. It feels so
good to be surrounded by God , at every second of the day. I know that my
future holds many more hardships, but I can conquer them all with my Faith in
one hand, and God’s hand in the other.
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