There is an odd feeling when parents have passed on. It’s a point in life when you are now the older generation. Most of life is in the rearview mirror and you may find yourself spending time looking at the reflection of what was.
My parents’ generation certainly had a different perspective when it came to God and religion. Rules and regulations were important. Meant to be followed. A guide to perfection. Pleasing and desired by a judgmental divine being. Unfortunately, institutional religion was a strong source of that concept.
Hopefully, with the passing of each generation, we grow in perspective … about God, about reality, about relationships. As seen in a quote I spotted the other day…
Life is not perfect … and love doesn’t care.