I have long believed that all Paths are Sacred. Whether someone is walking a religious, Spiritual, or scientific Path; or, seemingly, wandering aimlessly... they are on the right Path for them.
I don't expect others to believe as I do. They don't have my experiences and aren't here to do what I am here to do. They don't have the same 'blueprint' that I came into this existence with.
The other day I got to experience another walking a different Path than mine but with a similar level of commitment. He and his young trainee knocked on my door and offered to share their belief structure with me.
I had to admire their tenacity. Walking around the suburbs on a hot, humid afternoon and knocking on doors to preach their gospel was not for the faint of heart. I had a sense they would be uncomfortable if they knew the kind of work I did. To them, people like me are an abomination.
I could have gotten into a debate with them about the differences between my Truth and theirs but chose not to. It would have served no good. And I had a client arriving soon. A part of me was tickled at the thought that both these missionaries and my client could have arrived at the same time. That would have been interesting, indeed.
I respectfully declined the brochures they offered me and ignored the smirk on the younger one's face as I did so. I wished them a pleasant day and sent them Love from my Sacred Heart Centre, closed the door and continued preparing for the arrival of my next client.
And I reminded myself that all Paths are Sacred.
I don't expect others to believe as I do. They don't have my experiences and aren't here to do what I am here to do. They don't have the same 'blueprint' that I came into this existence with.
The other day I got to experience another walking a different Path than mine but with a similar level of commitment. He and his young trainee knocked on my door and offered to share their belief structure with me.
I had to admire their tenacity. Walking around the suburbs on a hot, humid afternoon and knocking on doors to preach their gospel was not for the faint of heart. I had a sense they would be uncomfortable if they knew the kind of work I did. To them, people like me are an abomination.
I could have gotten into a debate with them about the differences between my Truth and theirs but chose not to. It would have served no good. And I had a client arriving soon. A part of me was tickled at the thought that both these missionaries and my client could have arrived at the same time. That would have been interesting, indeed.
I respectfully declined the brochures they offered me and ignored the smirk on the younger one's face as I did so. I wished them a pleasant day and sent them Love from my Sacred Heart Centre, closed the door and continued preparing for the arrival of my next client.
And I reminded myself that all Paths are Sacred.
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