I am not religious. In fact, I have struggled with it my entire life- being raised Catholic, only to find out I am a part of the LGBTQ+ community. Being told repeatedly how I am a sinner going to hell. On a religious standpoint, I will admit I have fallen far from grace more times than I care to admit. Though, I will still admit it.
I do not scorn those who are religious. In fact, I envy them for finding peace in something so strong.
The cross does not stand for religious values to me, however- despite what those would call "the stigma" around it.
Crosses, to me, mean protection. Despite my "fall" from religion, they have always been there when I needed protection. Whether it had been the cross necklace my friend wore when we got into a car crash at 13. Or when my own cross broke, which kept boiling coffee from being poured on my head at work. It has always been there. Always watching. Always protecting.
I will also admit, I am not too sure where I am going with this post, but perhaps it will reside in someone's mind. Maybe some will even relate with what I'm saying. But this is just something my friend, who is religious, has brought to my mind.
She asked me once "What does the cross mean to you?" Because despite my fall from religion, I have always worn one, or had one on me in some fashion. I had never put much thought into it until she had asked me this question, but I am glad she did. Because it got me thinking, and oh do I love to think. Perhaps my friends question to me, will have you all thinking too. And I would gladly listen to your answers. Because no matter what, your opinions and thoughts and beliefs matter. It is basic respect, and anyone caught showing disrespect will be blocked and reported.
