An
alcoholic with 15 years of sobriety in 2003, I was suffering from a dark night
of the soul, a disbelief in the cruel god who took my 16 year old son, Khay,
away six years earlier. Too many people had told me it was part of God’s plan,
that Khay was in a better place.
Intellectually, I didn’t believe God
micromanaged, but there was a bit of my being that thought maybe God did reach
down and take him; enough of a belief that I rejected that God.
This was a big problem for me because I believe my
alcoholism is a three-fold illness: physical, mental, and spiritual, and I had
become sober by God’s grace. Without a belief in God, I will abandon my loved
ones to pursue oblivion, because life is just too hard for this sensitive soul.
For the first time since I had stopped drinking, I was dealing with daily
cravings. I needed help. I attended more than my usual allotment of recovery
meetings, and I thought attending church would add insurance.
Cove pulled me in with Marcy Orr’s intelligent sermons; plus
the fact that I already knew about half the people in the congregation; and,
importantly, that my husband, Danny, felt an affinity to Cove also. I awoke
from the dark night of my soul with a different comprehension of God, although
I can’t really claim I understand it; but I know there is a presence that I
pray to that loves, comforts and strengthens me, assures all is well, or that
all will be well, not to worry. My cravings abated. And I had found a spiritual
home at Cove Presbyterian.
All my life I’ve been a seeker, leaving the church of my
youth to practice Sufism for over a decade; followed by a flirtation with
anthroposophy; and I attended an Episcopal church during Khay’s illness, and am
forever grateful to the clergy at Church of Our Savior for their support when
he was treated for and died of bone cancer. I was raised a Christian, I was
baptized by immersion when I was eight, my father was a minister in the
Reorganized Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (now called Community
of Christ), and spiraling back to Jesus feels just right. I like singing the
familiar hymns, reading the Bible, listening to people’s gifts of music, paying
attention to the sermons. Worship at Cove gives me a place to sit quietly, to
listen, and to heal.
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