Let us open sacred space and welcome in our highest vibrational guides and wisdom from the other
side. May everyone reading this feel the love and light, safe and secure, and know that something
beyond our physical world is supporting us.
And so it is.
Happy Easter Sunday, everyone:
Our experiences form our faith; however, we must be equally attuned and open during hard times. And
when we do, that is the true definition of faith.
I recently had a series of incidents happen that led me back to the roots of my faith. Today’s address will
be about my process to unravel the drama and find my feet again.
I am confident that all of you have had or may even be having a moment like this. A moment where an
unwelcome force outside of yourself has entered your path. Causing drama or draining your energy. This
is the moment when your faith or spiritual practices are needed.
What is it that you do to follow your faith? Having the answer to that question is essential before you
need it. Could it be spending time in nature? I know I meditate outside often.
Could it be attending church services or asking for counseling/guidance? So many of us seek help from
the highest vibrational source or the God of our understanding. I often turn to my guides, looking for the
big answers that elude me.
Somedays, poetry speaks to me, like Emily Dickenson’s poem, Hope (is a thing with feathers.) Or a good
book that takes me away from my monkey mind.
Having people who support you and listen to you when you need someone to talk to. This is one that I
particularly like because it can be a give-and-take. So many times, I have asked a friend to listen only to
find out that they have a similar experience and we can support each other through it. Because of this,
my faith is sometimes in my friends or family.
My family has a history of faith and practices, and not all resonate with me. However, I do recognize that
is the root of my knowing how to ground in my faith. My Grandmother, Rose Marie, was a deeply
devoted person who served the Roman Catholic community of her area. About a year ago, one of my
Manitoba cousins was moving to a new home. She came across Grand Mere’s Rosary. She messaged me
and asked if I would like it, and I was thrilled. This Rosary hangs from the shelf near my desk and offers
me daily comfort. I often hold it when I meditate.
The importance of ritual and faith in our lives is not new, as it is the basis of all religious practices,
including spirituality. However, having a way to structure your esoteric experiences and creating a way
of managing life helps with definition. When life seems overwhelming, as if some unwelcome force from
outside is taking over, returning to the practices is the solution.
However, understanding what that means is not always easy. It takes faith to have faith. So Somedays,
the only thing left to do is to question faith.
I want to share my fishes and loaves story with all of you. Many years ago, when my daughter Niyanna
was just ten, I had this fantastic experience on Easter. The extended family was getting together at Pitt
Lake at the cabins that weekend. Pitt Lake is boat access only, which is important in telling this story.
We were all given something to bring for the meal, and I had been assigned buns. I asked how many
people were coming, and I was told nine. So I bought a dozen buns (those little ones that look like mini
loaves) and figured that was good. After all, we would all fill up on Turkey, not the bread.
So, imagine my surprise when 13 people showed up for Easter Dinner that afternoon. I looked at
Niyanna and said, “I had one thing to do, buy buns. And I messed it up!”
At this time, I was going through a phase of questioning everything, and because it was Easter, I was
dwelling on the story of Christ and the supposed miracles reported in the bible. I come from a Catholic
family, so I knew of many parts of the bible through Sunday School, etc. This Easter event brought it all
into focus for me.
We started getting our plates, and the kids got to go first. I watched the youngest at that event walk
past me with three buns on his plate. I was like, “Oh lord, I am sunk!” One after another, I saw most
plates had at least two buns. I then heard laughter from the spirit.
“Where are all the buns coming from?” I wondered.
After dinner, I asked Niyanna to quietly inquire if anyone else brought buns but us. She asked the host
and was told we were the only ones that brought buns.
I heard the spirit laughing at me again.
My questioning faith had produced manifestations of buns in real time. Teaching me, imparting a deep
sense of faith in the higher source and God of my understanding. Faith comes to play in these moments
of questioning, struggle, need, and doubt.
The recent events brought me back to my faith this time, questioning what was happening. This time I
turned to a friend and participated in some healing practices. I was brought to understand my resistance
and let go of trying to control things. I let everything fall away from me at that moment. Surrendering.
Let’s add Surrendering to the list of things to do as a practice of faith. Some days faith means letting go
and just being.
Have a blessed, beautiful Easter Sunday, everyone.
Rev. Lea Walters