I normally like to start my posts with a glimpse of the past. Sometimes that cannot always be the case……
While I am watching the 54th Annual Grammy Awards, hearing LL Cool J starting it off with a prayer, for the sudden passing of Whitney Houston, it is fitting as it is eloquent.
To be able to freely open with a prayer is not only touchingly appropriate but also a treasured right that we hold dear. To pray openly for the tragic silence of a once magnificent voice beheld by a woman who had departed one journey for another is more than just beautiful, it is the right way to go about it, know matter what beliefs we hold for ourselves.
Prayer is the right gift for all in need.
This freedom is not one we ever really worry about, or should we? I guess in essence I know I had taken it for granted. To have this freedom, as guaranteed under our First Amendment seems that nothing could ever waiver in the one part of our political scriptures, The Constitution.
Yet isn’t this happening? Those who desire to remove God from the Pledge of Allegiance, the Ten Commandments from a courthouse and finally to force a mandate of contraception to a church that doesn’t allow this in it’s teachings.
If it isn’t clear on the contraception and the belief that the insurance will cover the cost and will now have no bearing on the Catholic Church, one must think again. From the charities to the hospitals of the Catholic Church, these entities are self insured by the Church. Thus still effecting the teachings.
“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof…”
— The First Amendment
We have a right to practice religion, we can choose to believe or not and we can stop the government from impeding upon the religious community. For I fear if this message is lost and nothing is done now, the greater question is–will we be able to pray out loud in the future?
From the small darkness of my room as a child I would start my prayers as if I was writing a letter to the good lord. I would ask for the blessings of all whom I loved and for those I didn’t know. The Catholic Church and my parents taught me the power of whispering into God’s ear.
I learned faith can move mountains, touch those who never have felt his presence, bring people together and put hope where hope may have been lost. I have known many who have experienced this including myself.
For his love, faith and belief is deeply rooted in me and I don’t see this ever being diminished by anyone or thing. Because when it matters most God always makes his presence known.