My Way Back to Wisdom
When I was younger, I believed that knowledge held ultimate power and that education would be the great architect of my life. I placed all of my faith in that basket, captivated by a metaphorical garden where the fruit of wisdom seemed to be ripe and waiting for me to consume. But as time turned, a stark revelation dawned: no amount of knowledge gained through traditional settings or devouring countless books could repair the fissure within my soul. In fact, the more intellectual heights I climbed, the further I drifted from my true self. A chasm was progressively created between the intellectual life I cherished and the truth dwelling in my spirit, leaving me a stranger in my own world.
The truth revealed itself: the more opinions I absorbed from those who I believed were sages and experts, the more their theories and beliefs molded and controlled my own. I realized I had strayed from the wisdom and truth God taught me as He weaved me in my mother’s womb (Psalm 51:6). I began to see how I slowly embraced the depravity of the world I was born into, the sin innate to me. To find my way back, I had to turn from the false enlightenment promised by Renaissance minds and Greek philosophers. I had to detangle myself from the great web of clear lies, unproven theories and misconceptions. I had to forgive myself for letting it play in such harmony with my traumas. Indeed, it was a sad and costly journey to unlearn the falsehoods and embrace my divine self. Yet, I thank God for His guidance and for being the beacon of light I needed to navigate through the darkness.
The Holy Spirit led me on a beautiful, intuitive journey, demanding nothing but faith and absolute surrender. At first, I did not know where I would find the courage for such an unearthing, or how I could ever surrender after being hammered by control for so long. But in time, I understood that great faith and unyielding surrender were not discovered or developed, but they had been what drove me all along. My only error was I strayed to the wrong direction long ago. But Hallelujah, like the prodigal son, I found my way back home into the arms of the One who loves me beyond my understanding. Once desensitized to the scent of His freshly baked bread, now I cannot live without it. Once surrounded by the heart melting smell of death, now I am overtaken by the aroma of truth, life, and love.
Let it be so!
