Resolved

Right now, I'm taking my final class to get my Associates Degree. It's Astronomy and it's online, not something I would recommend to someone who hasn't been to school in a few years. Nevertheless, I am learning and I love it. I was reading about different telescopes and one of the powers is the ability of a telescope to reveal fine detail. This power is called its resolving power. Hm. What was interesting is that when two images are separated, astronomers say they are "resolved", meaning that they are separated from each other. Separate, resolved. When I first read this, it reminded me of a long term friendship that ended badly. I moved in with them and as I began to pick up finer details about them, and they about me, it was the healthiest thing to be separate. Now, when I re-read it again, it reminds me of another meaning. I read this article just this week as we celebrated Passover: http://ffoz.org/blogs/2013/03/god_fearers_easter_ham_or_pass.html It's about the separation that has existed between Jews and Christians and well, just read it. The same day I read it, I trained a client who was a little girl in Communism in Slovakia. She is alone now in the states with no children and her husband recently deceased. She remembers not being allowed to go to church or talk about any religion. She remembers sneaking away with some cousins to a nearby village where they secretly had Easter celebration. They didn't decorate eggs or have bunnies. This got me thinking. My thoughts are still in process but some of my thoughts are that since I've started keeping Biblical Feasts, sometimes deemed inappropriately "Jewish Holidays" by many, I've experienced judgment from Christians. I've been argued with, corrected, spoken to as if I don't read or know how to read the Bible, judged to be "under the law" or "without grace". I've experienced frustration when I go to library to find books about the upcoming Feast, only to find there are only Christian holiday books. I've then experienced this understanding of why people only spend time with people that believe the same, because at least you can find some peace and continuity. What all these things have done in my heart is created the desire to want to judge back, to fight, to be right. When this woman shared her story about sneaking to celebrate anything Christian, I just listened. I saw the finer details, the resolving power in my soul to just let people have their journey, to love them, to support and encourage them. It was the first time I didn't tell someone "you know the pagan roots of that holiday don't you?". She invited me to church with her, in the gym, in a Personal Training session. How beautiful. I am crying at the beauty of this. Do you see it too?