For most of my life I have been scared to speak out. Yet there is nothing more I wish to do than to express. I know expression is all there is.
Most of my growing up was spent in silence. I felt I could not say the things I wished to, for no-one would understand. As a little girl, I spoke with myself all the time in English (Cantonese is my mother tongue). When I ran into situations where I needed guidance, I would ask the questions out loud, and the answers would come from within.
My entire family, for generations, have been Christians, but since I was young, I felt there were too many discrepancies in what was preached and in how they lived – something just did not add up. Why would I repeatedly feel their judgement when I was not living perfectly within their ideal, when they advocated ‘no judgement lest you wish to be judged’? Continue reading “The Unspoken Rules of Inequality within Family, Tradition and Religion”
by Toni Steenson, Coraki, NSW
The other day I was at work, cleaning a toilet, and I came to a very simple but profound understanding: I now understand that our inner voice has more strength than any other voice or activity. Continue reading “The Inner Voice: the Voice of the Soul”
by Joel L, Western Australia
So there I was, sitting in God’s waiting room. It’s a comfortable enough place with lots of people and their children waiting around. There was a big door with the word ‘God’ written on it, with everyone looking, waiting for God to open it. Continue reading “God’s Waiting Room”
by Anonymous, UK
I find trust to be a strange thing and speaking personally, not something that comes very easily to me. I was recently given pause to consider some of the people/institutions that we unconsciously trust. Continue reading “Observation Builds Trust”
As a kid I was totally confused. I grew up in a religious family and we always attended mass. I listened to many sermons that spoke about respect, love, compassion, solidarity, faith and how to treat others. These sermons were conducted by a priest who most of the kids found pretty scary, the words he shared were clearly not what he lived, yet no-one questioned this. My parents were very well respected in the parish community. Everyone told me I had wonderful parents because they helped out and did a lot for the church and were very nice. What I struggled with as a child was that all of these things were spoken about in church yet in day-to-day life people weren’t living loving relationships. Continue reading “The Pain in ‘Doing Good’”