Showing posts with label religion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label religion. Show all posts

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Waiting for Rapture...



When I was a little girl and I was bad, I was threatened with "the belt." In my mind, said belt had rusty barbs and hot iron sticking out of it. It would make me straighten up, shut up, or do just about whatever my parents wanted me to. I never met the belt. I just had a strong faith in the fact I did not want to make its acquaintance. And so I never did.

I think religion operates in much of this same way. Most of us have never met our G*d. But many people try and be better for love or fear of something greater than themselves. Faith is a powerful thing. But after the rapture, then what? Today, at 6:00 PM, we were supposed to experience the second coming.

It's 6:25 PM. I am drinking a glass of wine. There is a bird outside my window. Dolce just finished dinner. I was all excited for the rapture/second coming and nothing happened. Lame.

The hard part about religion for me has always been the blind faith part. (I only wish I was so lucky as to have a intellectual confirmation of that which I sense/feel. It would make dating so much easier.) Faith challenges my intellect. I was all excited for rapture, because then I wouldn't have to rely on faith anymore. I could see it with my own eyes. And then. No rapture. Boo. I guess I will have to go back to drinking my wine. Reading deep books. And trying to be a good person. That's all we can do. Maybe that's the point of faith. It keeps you honest. If I had realized the belt was really a white canvas relic from the 1970's that would reach my rump at the speed of a whisper, it would have lost its impact. Proof can be so much less motivating.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

You don't care about my dog




So, it turns out, based on my blog statistics you all don't care much about my dog, or politics, or restaurant reviews. You like to read about shopping, manicures, religion, and my sister. I am not sure what this says about my readership, my writings, or my chosen subject matter. I might not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I am a reasonably quick learner.

Therefore, I plan to blog less about my latest meal (my mom read me an article about how sick and tired people are of all of the pictures and descriptions of the perfect foie gras, phad thai, and pickled pig's feet) and more about my sister's baby and my quest to find a suitable religion. One of my most popular blog posts ever was about Van's corn dogs, but I think if I spend too much time blogging about that, I will weigh 300 lbs.

Until tomorrow, Dolce Vita Evans, the cutest dog in the world, sends his love. And I had some delicious Thai soup for dinner while discussing the current state of the economy. (I said I wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer.)

Monday, March 14, 2011

A Muslim Can Be a Christian: And Other Innocuous Thoughts for Monday



In an effort to be less controversial, today I thought I would blog about... religion. Innocuous enough. After discussing our shared curiosity of different religions, my friend, North Star, recommended I read a book called "The Shack." From Amazon: "In a world where religion seems to grow increasingly irrelevant The Shack wrestles with the timeless question, Where is God in a world so filled with unspeakable pain? The answers Mack gets will astound you and perhaps transform you as much as it did him." Instead of buying this book, I accidentally bought a theologian's analysis of the book, "Finding God in the Shack" by Randal Rauser. The accident turned out to be quite interesting, because Randal Rauser's book was like sitting in on a comparative religion class in college. (With my recent need to discuss meaningful issues, this was a welcome mistake.)

I have always found religion fascinating. The devotion, guidance, strength, and corruption associated with religion is a powerful thing. I have friends who are Atheists, Christians, Muslims, Unitarians, Jews, Buddhists, Wiccans, and probably other things I have never even heard of. My view is that all of these people are trying to define their world and the powers we can not understand in a way that is most intelligible to them. It does not make sense to me that everyone else is wrong. I think everyone can be right. (This is often referred to negatively as moral relativism, but I prefer ecumenism or pluralism.)

In today's society, being a Christian can be a very polarizing. You are either with 'em or against 'em. You are either singing the accolades of Jesus Christ or you are put off by people who are. Even the words "Christian" and "Jesus" can cause visceral reactions. "The Shack" talks about what it means to be a Christian. The book essentially says, Jesus was not a Christian, because the act of basing one's life on the way Jesus lived came only after Jesus' death. When I say the word Christian, do you think of judgmental people who use Jesus as a sword to create fear? Or do you think of caring for the needy, forgiveness, and concern for others? I would guess most people have pretty strong opinions either way.

"The Shack" talks about the essence of being a Christian as living life as Jesus did. Therefore, a Muslim can be a Christian, if they are caring for the needy, forgoing judgment, loving their neighbor, etc. This was a novel idea to me. I am not a religious scholar, but based on my limited knowledge, despite the differences of interpretation found in the Bible, Torah, Qur'an, etc. if we look at the root of all (or at least most) religions, we would find the core values to be something we can all (or at least most) agree on. Be kind to your neighbor. Don't steal. Don't kill people. Help those in need. (You know. Everything I need to know I learned in kindergarten stuff.) I wonder what would happen if we focused on trying to live as Jesus, Buddha, and Muhammad did rather than focusing on the differences found in interpreting the dogma. Interpreting dogma is important to create a spiritual practice that is relevant to each individual. I am not advocating everyone abandon their church and become a pluralist. I understand that flies in the face of most religions. I am advocating for Jesus. For Buddha. For Mohammad. I don't want us to forget the message all of these spiritual men (I am sure there were some forgotten women along the way) were trying to tell us. Love each other. And their is no sense in judging other people's choices, because at the end of the day, whether you believe you go to heaven or turn into worm food, we are not the ultimate judge.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Baby Showers: Champagne and Deviled Eggs



I have been listening to a book on tape about religion, and I have some pretty profound (or at least I think they are :) thoughts to share and questions to ask about what religion is and what it means for us. But for now, I am in Whitefish, Montana celebrating the soon to be mama, Montana Belle and her sweet little It'll. The weekend will be filled with love and good food, not philosophical thought. So we will table the religion post.

After a lovely dinner with my co-host, Schezwan Shrimp, Montana Belle and I at Latitude 48 (the chicken was delic!) we are back at the house fixing some deviled eggs for tomorrow. Let's just say, we are enjoying ourselves. What fun to be with such wonderful ladies!

More on religion. After some diaper talk, finger sandwiches, and gift opening.