The most important Jesus moment in my life occurred in my early 20’s. I had been baptized and raised Catholic. It took me learning Reiki to open up my spirituality and get in touch with the energetic and spiritual side of life that is always present. Once I opened myself up and became aware of the beautiful sacredness in life, I also felt a density and darkness. The density and darkness scared me, especially at night, when I would be most aware of it. I started focusing on Jesus’ beautiful light every night when I would go to sleep. If I woke up in the middle of the night, I knew that Jesus’ love and light were pure and positive, and I felt protected meditating in that. Through that meditation, I developed my connection with Jesus.
My initial thought is to say, breathe underwater because I love to swim. I feel at home in the water and being able to explore and be at ease for as long as I want sounds sublime to me. But, when I truly think about it, my superpower would be to spread love and connection in people’s hearts.
It breaks my heart to know some people do not feel connected to others. That some do not see meaning in their lives, do not see value in themselves, or do not feel love for people, animals, plants, the stars, and sky—the beautiful gifts of God of which we are part. As I write this, I am aware of the poor boundaries that would come with this superpower. It’s not my job to make others feel anything, and people’s lessons are theirs to learn at their own time, but for the sake of this question, I would love to give others a surge of genuine love and connection that they could always access and never lose.
I would love to sit with my “papa,” my maternal grandfather, who died when I was 19. I was close to him, and there are so many things I would like to talk about with him today. Back in the day, I didn’t ask much about the challenges he faced in his life. I was young and probably avoided topics that I could today address with maturity and compassion. My papa, Murray Kidd, experienced his father run out during the Great Depression, and he had to help support his mom and three younger siblings. He was a prisoner of war for from December 7th, 1941 to August 6th, 1945, and his oldest son died when he was 23. I would also love to hear his good memories, too—hear his laugh again and be completely present in his company. The thought of having coffee with papa makes my heart happy. It kindles the good memories I have of him laughing at me and giving me a grandfather’s love for which that I am forever grateful.
One of the most embarrassing things I have ever done was in my early 20’s at a Zuni Feast Day in New Mexico. A Zuni family invited me to participate in its harvest celebration because I was their son’s girlfriend at the time. The ceremony was an open house/rotating big table where ever everyone ate. I told myself on the drive over that I was going to eat everything that was on my plate no matter what. I waited in their living room for our group’s turn at the table. Our turn came up, and I was seated. I saw a huge bowl on my plate with a spoon in and ready to go. I put my napkin on my lap, said thank you, and ate the whole thing, thick and spicy as it was. I had just finished when the matriarch of the house came in with a big casserole dish. She looked for the sauce that was to top her bowl. She scanned the table and found it right where I was sitting empty! The look of pure shock and confusion, on not only on her face, but the whole family and table’s faces still makes me blush. Where would I even start to explain? I looked down and saw the scene for what it was—the spoon was definitely a serving spoon, and the bowl was a decorative serving bowl. What was I thinking? I probably looked like a greedy, impatient American. The family eventually laughed hard, and I apologized up and down, ate a sauce-less enchilada type cuisine that I don’t remember because I was so embarrassed, and slumped down in the car as we drove away.
The church community is important to me because it helps keep people connected. This connection is with God, with one another, and with ourselves. Like the Bible, it will meet you where you and your needs are. Continuing to deepen our connection with God has a ripple effect that brings greater awareness, intention, and compassion. Exploring our connection with God is the beautiful gift of being human! I am happy for the church community, for it is a place where people feel safe and secure and belong. I wish that feeling for everyone.
I love Messiah for the array of ministries it offers and for this community’s openness to questions. I came to Messiah because I loved Messiah’s preschool—staff, curriculum, everything! I was not seeking a church, but I went to chapel every Tuesday to explore it and know what was being taught. I loved the positive message and learning the bible stories in their most kid-friendly and straightforward form. When I learned of Godly Play® and its format of telling stories, I was so excited. Storytelling is an ancient way, and passing knowledge down this way was inspiring to me. When I learned that the stories always ended with questioning, I loved it even more. I find having the liberty to question helps people find their answers and build their relationship with God. The diversity of Messiah’s ministries reflects how Messiah honors individuals’ gifts and passions and truly aspires to bring people together. There are so many ways to be involved and grow here and for that I am truly thankful.