Religion

Christmas Eve 2012

Merry Christmas.

Image from eraspark.com

Image from eraspark.com

Such nice and easy words, though too many folks have turned them into a club. On one side are the folks who insist that only Christians get to celebrate the holidays, so if you say “Happy Holidays” instead of “Merry Christmas”, you’re doing some terrible damage to the Christian holiday – you might even be offending the Most High, who’s pretty busy running the whole universe by the way.

To which I say, “Get over it.”

Anyone can celebrate these wonderful holidays in whatever way they want. Just because I call myself a Christian doesn’t mean I get to own this month of the year, and dictate the rules to the holiday that everyone else must follow. To paraphrase Ebenezer, I’ll keep Christmas however I want, and you get to keep it however you want.

On the other side are the folks who insist on being offended if someone does use the phrase “Merry Christmas”, as-if uttering this phrase works some sort of dark magic and is part of an evil conversion ritual.

To which I say, equally, “Get over it.” Read more »

A Christmas Letter – 2011

Merry Christmas.

Now, just because I consider myself a Christian, don’t assume I’m one of those who thinks only Christians get to celebrate these wonderful winter holidays. Folks of nearly all religions – and no religions – have been celebrating the Winter Solstice season as far back as records and myths go.

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The Haughty Activist

There’s lots of “occupying” going on recently. I applaud those who actively exercise their First Amendment rights. I’m not sure if I agree with 100% of their position on things, mostly because I’m not completely sure of what that position is. The essence seems to be that they’re opposed to the massive redistribution of wealth that our government has been supporting over the last 30 years, as a bigger and bigger portion of the wealth of our nation rests in the hands of a smaller and smaller percentage of people. The 1%.

I get that, and I agree that this isn’t a good thing. I can’t reconcile it with my spiritual beliefs or my moral principles. As a purely practical matter, such lopsided distribution of wealth always leads to upheaval.

I listened to someone trashing the “occupiers” the other day. I never could figure out what it was that they didn’t agree with, but they sure didn’t like the protesters. When I thought about this person’s comments, it really seemed to boil down to the fact that they didn’t like the “sort of person” who would be an activist for a good cause like this. They didn’t seem to like the “do-gooder”. He used the term “bleeding heart” several times – there’s an oldie but goodie!

Which reminded me of something I read once about a comment made by the great Lubavitcher Rebbe – Rabbi Menachem Mendel Schneerson. A young man had apparently told the Rebbe that he had decided to avoid social activism because it had been feeding his ego. A bleeding heart.

The Rebbe replied: “And without the activism there is no ego? Better a haughty activist than a self-centered do-nothing!”

Go occupiers!

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Find That Life

Last week I did a post (and an email for those on my email list) titled “Live Well”, juxtaposing the notion of living long with the notion of living well. A friend sent me the following quote during the week, which relates well to the post:

“We have defined holiness through what we separate ourselves from rather than what we give ourselves to.
I am convinced that the great tragedy is not the sins we commit but the life that we fail to live”. 
  ~ Erwin Raphael McManus from Chasing Daylight

As I write this post, it’s Sunday morning, and all over the western world, folks are preparing to go to church and worship. Well, at least the 20% of Americans who actually attend church on an average Sunday morning. (Note that the number is far less in other western countries.)

But what is “worship”, and is that what’s happening in churches across the country? I was raised as a Lutheran, whose family fell away from church when I was fairly young. In my 20’s, I reconnected with church, and we were extremely active in our church for 15 or 20 years. I rarely attend a church today, and it’s precisely because of that question I raise at the beginning of this paragraph – what’s really happening in most churches? Read more »

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Sukkoth

As I write this post, the Jewish calendar is bringing a little known but intriguing holiday to a close. After the High Holidays have passed each year, the holiday of “Sukkoth” requires the faithful to move from the comfort of their homes into temporary “huts” constructed on porches, backyards, and driveways. I’m sure there are many dimensions to this holiday, but the aspect I’m fascinated by just now is the shift of focus from materialism and greed as the center of our lives over to a focus on spirituality as the center of our life.

There are traditions within many religions that draw the worshipper into a time of asceticism, though in our comfortable and pampered life we like to ignore these traditions whenever we can. It’s just so much bother, you know, and really, isn’t it much more efficient and enjoyable to just do the fun traditions?

Sukkoth doesn’t seem to be about asceticism just for the sake of sacrifice. Rather, I get the strong and consistent message that it’s more about separating myself from the vast material comforts that I enjoy, in order to bring my focus back to my “place” here on earth, and how my actions and my life impact Creation as a whole. Like the short moment of prayer many families share as they sit down to a meal, letting us take a breath and truly appreciate the gifts and bounty we’ve been given.

Focus. As a hunter and a birder, I use binoculars (or field glasses) a lot. When using them, it’s important to move them to your eyes, then away from your eyes. Back and forth, seeing the big picture, then zooming in on detail. So long as my eyes are seeing the world through the glasses, they don’t have the ability to see the big picture.

Day to day, we’re so focused on “bringing home the bacon”, or “getting ahead at the office”, or even on watching the football games or “face-booking”, that we fail to see the big picture. We walk through life with the binoculars against our eyes. (Try that sometime, by the way, and see how quickly you stumble and fall…)

During Sukkoth, we take the binoculars away from our face, and see the world around us. We see our place in the world, and spend a little time understanding how our actions impact those around us. In our “me-oriented” culture of selfishness, we like to focus a lot more on “rights” than on “responsibilities”. We like to think we can do whatever we want within the law – that this is our “right”.

Reminds me of this old story, “A man in a boat begins to bore a hole under his seat. The other passengers in the boat with him protest. ‘What concern is it of yours?’ he responds, ‘I’m making a hole under my seat, not yours.’”

We’ve undergone a radical and dangerous transformation in our culture in recent years, resulting in a consumer-based economy that puts more value on “cheap” than it does on “right” or “good”. Our homes and driveways are filled with the results of this destructive transformation. Of the 100 largest economies in the world, over half of them are large corporations – less than half are actual nations. My vote as a consumer might matter more in the world today than my vote as a citizen of a nation. How wisely do I vote?

While I’m not Jewish, I think I can learn a good deal from this holiday. I’ve never taken the time to see a relationship between Yom Kippur and Sukkot in the past, but I see it this year. My need for atonement reaches deep across the world I live in and my place in that world. Creation, atonement, and my place in the picture.

A week spent eating and sleeping in a cardboard hut might do me good.

This year, as I spend my time living a simple and sparse life in the woods while I hunt, I’ll think a lot about Sukkot. The time is always a very spiritual time for me, but this new understanding opens a path for even greater reflection and meaning.

And I’ll be sure and take the binoculars away from my face when I want to walk…

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The Verb of God

I read a really interesting book once, titled “God is a Verb”, by David Cooper. The book was thought-provoking, and I learned a good deal from it. It’s the title, though, that’s hung with me, and what my mind makes of the title. I got to thinking back on this title while I was writing this recent article on career paths. (Or is it careen?)

Though not an expert, I see a noun as a thing, and a verb as an action. Neil’s oversimplified view of the world…

The thing that really intrigued me at the time about the concept of seeing G-d as a verb was how universal the concept was, if we could get our heads around it.

Throughout history, religion is right up there on top of the list of things we make war over and hurt people over. Sad but true. Often, this happens because we allow religion to become so entwined with government that religion becomes nothing more than a tool of oppression used by the government. The dark years of The Inquisition and the religious wars in Europe were relatively recent memories when we were smart enough to demand a separation between religion and government when we put our constitution together.

Think back to the holy wars that have been waged throughout history. The sort of “jihad” where religious zealots kill lots of people because they think God wants them to. It’s happening in the world today, and you can see it throughout both recorded history and recorded myth.

G-d wants you to kill people. Really? Don’t most of us find this a little difficult to reconcile? For those who do believe in G-d in some way or anot

her, our deepest understanding of the concept and reality of G-d revolts at the notion that He/She/It would demand evil and killing. For those who don’t believe anything like god exists, such notions simply reinforce our inability to see the possibility.

I suspect much of this difficulty happens because our brains (today and historically) want to turn G-d into a thing (a noun), like a king or a dictator. What would happen if instead, we saw G-d as the verb – the action in the equation? After all, great spiritual teachers of all traditions have taught that G-d is in each of us. So long as we think of G-d as a thing, then this sounds a lot like we’re “possessed”, but if G-d is action, then this makes a lot more sense, doesn’t it?

If we saw G-d as a verb, as the action that can come from us, we might spend a little less time worrying about whether he/she/it is male or female, or has dark curly hair or long blond hair. We might worry less about what “orders” we receive from whoever happens to be claiming to be the voice of G-d at this particular time, and start focusing more on how we can release G-d into the world around us through our actions.

Happy God-ing!

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Moral Dissonance and Torture

In my last post I talked about the concept of moral dissonance, relating to our ability to accept the idea of the death penalty, specifically using our assassination of Bin Laden as the center of that discussion.

I wasn’t sure if “moral dissonance” was even a concept in use. I’ve googled it a bit, and found that (as you would expect) it is a phrase that’s used. Here’s an article on Wikipedia discussing cognitive dissonance, and tying it to the idea of moral dissonance.

We all find ourselves faced with decisions we need to make, or positions we need to support or condemn. Sometimes the decisions we make or the positions we support are at odds with our core moral compass. In those cases, we can either recognize, accept, and live with the moral dissonance, or we can justify our decision in some way – building a case that makes it an acceptable exception to our moral compass.

I think the latter is standard human behavior – it’s what we all want to do. There’s a great danger in that path though, because the better we get at building those walls of justification around our deep moral compass, the more likely we (and our society) will devolve into behavior that is increasingly destructive, immoral, and downright pathological.

Case in point: As a country, we’ve allowed our leaders over the past decade to ignore moral taboos against torture, and have joined nations like North Korea and Libya who are happy to use torture if they think it might help them in some way. I doubt that even 1% of the US population believes that inflicting torture and pain and torment on another human being is moral behavior. Yet, a large minority of Americans support our government’s evolution to a torture state, and I would argue that even a majority of Americans tacitly support the idea when we elect any leader not willing to denounce the practice.

Look at the headlines lately, and the vociferous justifiers of torture claiming that the lead to Bin Laden came from a GTMO detainee – presumably tortured. This is strong medicine to help us to take the torture we allow our government to perform in our name, and move that torture into a safe category of “justified” – carefully isolated from the moral compass that tells us it’s not OK. Never mind the rest of the facts – that using torture makes it more likely that our citizens and soldiers will be tortured, and that the vast majority of information derived from torture is less than worthless. We’re willing to ignore all facts except the ones that allow us to justify the immoral behavior.

Am I being clear here? We ALL behave in ways counter to our moral compass – we do it all the time. The issue I’m raising is the difference in how we deal with this internally when it happens.

The lack of tolerance for moral dissonance drives us to justify our actions when they are at odds with our moral compass. Doing this allows us to continue to behave immorally with (internal) impunity, as we’ve build walls of isolation around our moral compass as it relates to our own behavior.

The alternative? Accept the fact that we sometimes choose to behave in ways that are at odds with our stated moral beliefs. Each time this happens, it should force the recognition that the decision we’re making is immoral. I can then take a stand that accepts my behavior AND accepts the moral incongruity, or I can do the hard work of evaluating the moral positions that I’ve taken, to see if I still believe them to be correct.

This is essential work – both as an individual and as a society. I’ve pointed out a couple of places where we – as a society – need to do this hard work. Are there places in your personal life where you need to confront moral dissonance? I know there certainly are in my own.

On the death penalty, I choose to accept the dissonance, and live with it. I accept that I think it’s morally wrong, and I live with the fact that I support it in some cases. Carefully managed and humanely administered, it allows us to eliminate a few of the chronic threats to society.

On the issue of torture, I choose to oppose torture in all cases – I can’t accept it under any circumstance. If there was some evidence that it consistently “worked”, I would probably change my mind. But there isn’t any such evidence, and quite a bit of contrary evidence. The damage it causes far outweighs the gains it brings.

Where are your big moral dissonance issues? How do you deal with them when your moral compass threatens to expose them?

Next, I’ll bring up some questions on this topic as they relate to a real hot-button issue – abortion.

 

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Being With

I’ve had a couple interesting dialogues recently with friends about prayer. In one of these cases, the friend was considering using content from page 54 and 55 of Peace at the Edge of Uncertainty in a sermon he was putting together, and wanted my permission to use the content. In the other case, a good and hearty conversation just got around to the subject.

Prayer fascinates me. People “use” prayer for many purposes. Some of these purposes seem manipulative and evil to me, some more than a little selfish, but for the most part people view prayer as a way to reach out and try to connect with G-d. A truly honorable and noble pursuit.

Prayer might become a much more meaningful part of our lives if we could look at our “prayer behavior” and our motives, and segregate out our uses of prayer in order to make each more effective. I think when we use prayer as a public proclamation of our Faith, we’re generally pretty good at it. When we use it to prove to ourselves and others how righteous we are, I think we’re pretty good at it.

But when it comes to the really deep and meaningful stuff – the stuff where we’re trying to open our soul to a connection with G-d – I think too many of us are intimidated and unsure.

I wonder if the key to connective prayer is to give up the notion of praying to G-d, and instead to view prayer as a simple connection with G-d.

It’s not a message or a request, it’s a connection. One soul connects to the Source Of All, becoming both receptacle and conduit for Divine Energy, creative and healing.

Not talking from and to, but being with.

 

Rubbing Shoulders With Need – Helping 103

Here’s a quote I read recently from Chabad.com: “The very fact you know about someone who is in trouble means that in some way you are able to help. Otherwise, why would this knowledge have entered your world?”

Why, indeed?

After all, the world is packed full of disaster and hardship. Every minute of every day, really bad things are happening someplace in the world, and there’s something you could do to help in many of those cases.

It could be completely overwhelming. You could become paralyzed by the sheer magnitude of the help that others need in this world.

For that matter, there are places in your own life where you can use help, right? There are folks in the world who have the ability to provide some of that help to you, though you are one of countless places where their help could be of value.

My Lord, how’s a person to know what to do, where to give help, how to give help, where to ask for help?

Every day, your journey takes you down the path of life. That path moves you through some tight quarters, where your life brushes up against the lives of others. You rub a shoulder here, you bump an elbow there.

And in the process, you glimpse the ability to help now and again. A gift offered to you – the opportunity to give and to help.

Otherwise, why would you have brushed up against the understanding of the need?

 

Chasing or Fleeing?

Are We Chasing Happiness or Running From Something Behind Us?

The story is told of an old rabbi who visited a bustling town, and was nearly overwhelmed by the pace at which everyone was moving.. Everyone was running so quickly, not matter which direction they were going, so he assumed they must not all be running from something. He stopped a young man and asked him, “Why are you running?” and the man says “I’m running to make a living and find happiness”.

The rabbi stood looking up into the young man’s face for a moment, holding his arm. When the young man tried to politely release himself to continue his errand, the rabbi bade him wait just a minute. He looked into the young man’s eyes, and asked, “What makes you so sure that the living you need to make is in the direction you’re running? How can you be sure the happiness you’re seeking is running away from you, rather than trying to catch up with you? Maybe the living you seek is behind you waiting to catch you, along with the happiness you say you want.”

We’re all running. It’s the American way to be driven and ambitious and fast-paced. New Yorkers pride themselves in their frenetic pace.

I don’t think you can easily change the stripes on a Zebra. I am who I am, and you are who you are. Some combination of genetic and environmental factors shaped the person we have become. I do like to go fast often. I get joy out of being productive and out of making “progress” toward some goal.

While I can’t change these things about who I am, I certainly can force myself to stop and look around as I move through the life I’ve made for myself. I can force myself to look back behind me as well as up in front of me. I can continually ask the questions of myself:

What am I running from?

What am I running toward?

Are there some things that I’m running from that should catch me? Are there times that I need to rest and wait for happiness and “living” to catch up with me?

And the things that I chase – are they really staying so distantly in front of me, or is this my illusion? Am I continually running past some of these targets I’m chasing, not savoring the moment when I catch them, focusing my attention on the next target?

Prayer. Probably the best way to take that moment of reflection. Probably the best way to look behind, and to look ahead, and ask those hard questions.

Note: Story adapted from one told by Chief Rabbi Lord Jonathan Sacks of the British Commonwealth on a broadcast of an event on Krista Tippett’s “Being” radio show.

Neanderthal Compassion

Does Evolution Select Against The Soul?

Photo my Action Press / Rex Features

I recently listened to an interview that Krista Tippett did with French geologist Xavier Le Pichon, and it got me thinking quite a bit about his point of view on our evolution as “humanity”.

My thoughts, inspired by that interview, kept coming back to the notion that what defines us uniquely from other animals is compassion. I should also add a connection to a recent book on exactly this subject – The Prehistory of Compassion by Dr Penny Spikins.

I’m not sure I agree completely with this notion, but I might… I just wonder a bit.

Let’s talk about the Neanderthal. Archeological records suggest these creatures were religious (shamanic capes found as part of grave at Hortis site), that they were artistic (creating musical instruments), and that they showed compassion (remains discovered indicating an infirm tribe member was cared for throughout his life).

I think I’d consider all these to be human characteristics – religion, art, and compassion – and they were all three part of the life and culture of a folk that we don’t consider to be “human” like we are. There are some, in fact, who believe that compassion may have been more deeply engrained in Neanderthal culture than it is in ours, and that compassion may have made Neanderthal vulnerable.

Don’t get me wrong – I really want to believe that compassion is a uniquely human characteristic. I really want to believe that compassion is something that ties us to G-d, and that it is compassion that strikes the chords of harmony between the spirit of G-d and the soul of man.

But I’m not there yet. I see behavior in many animals that looks a lot like compassion to me. I’ve seen mother deer or elk in clear pain over the loss of their fawn. You read stories of Chimps who carry their dead baby’s corpse for days in what appears to be mourning.

It’s not that I question compassion as “holy” – I absolutely believe it is. Just as I believe a capacity for art and religion are “holy”. I’m just less and less convinced as time goes along that “holiness” is something that we have any sort of exclusive right to claim.

If you read my blogs and rants much at all, you know how much I dislike the human tendency to claim one particular perspective on G-d and “righteousness” as the one and only way that G-d chooses to be part of our life. This tendency has caused more destruction in the history of mankind than anything else in my opinion.

Why would I expect that G-d would look for some special relationship with one and only one species of mankind throughout the history of the world? Why would She choose only this most recent period in the history of our earth to establish that relationship? In fact, why would He have chosen only the creatures of this earth in the vast universe to establish a relationship with?

As I look at the limited evidence, I think I’m prone to accept that compassion is, indeed, one of the components that creates and strengthens a soul in relationship with G-d. Moreover, I’m prone to wonder if we’ve not evolved further and further away from compassion as just such a strong component in our life.

Are we evolving away from relationship with G-d?

When I look around me, I see a great nation that was established to “…form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquillity, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare…” Yet, the only piece of that beautiful preamble to our constitution that we seem to pay attention to these days is the “provide for the common defense” section. Even in the past 200 years or so, we seem to have lost our focus on issues of Justice, Tranquillity, Union, and Welfare. In fact, the word “welfare” has become a nasty word in our political lexicon today.

We established a nation on lofty principles, clearly driven by some sort of spiritual purpose. Yet, all of the spiritually motivated components of our reason for establishing a nation have become dirty words, and all we care about today is defending ourselves from the hordes of “others” who we think want to come and carry us away.

This is our history as a human race throughout recorded history (which admittedly isn’t very long). We’ve continually moved back and forth between the selfish drive to eliminate others and the threat from others, and some sort of internal call of compassion. The further we go, the more it seems that natural selection is selecting against G-d, and selecting for human selfishness.

The last 200 years within our nation is a microcosm of that selection process – a very frightening one.

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Somehow or another, evolution selected against the Neanderthal. Our ability to conquer and defend increased as a result of that selection.

What happened to our ability to maintain closeness with G-d?

What’s happening to our soul?

Sponge Full of Faith

I’ve been reading through a really neat book that Aldous Huxley wrote. There was a saying in there that came to me the other day, and I had to go back to it.

The essence is this: Our relationship with G-d defines the shape of our life in the form of a sponge. The particular traditions and teachings that we pick up along the way are what fills the sponge, but if you squeeze all that tradition out, you’re still left with the underlying sponge – the relationship with G-d.

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Tradition and intellectual teaching is just the fill that we use to let the sponge take shape. Like a living sponge, filling it lets it grow, the more it grows, the more it’s able to absorb.

In a life made full by a robust and deep relationship with G-d, the sponge grows. The more the sponge grows, the less it’s about the tradition and intellectual teaching, and the more it’s about the relationship with G-d.

When ripe, we should be able to squeeze the tradition and dogma out of the sponge completely, and yet the relationship with G-d remains full and complete and strong.

Here’s the quote that got me thinking about this:

Why should what Abbot John Chapman calls ‘the problem of reconciling (not merely uniting) Mysticism and Christianity’ be so extremely difficult? Simply because so much Roman and Protestant thinking was done by those very lawyers whom Christ regarded as being peculiarly incapable of understanding the true

Nature of Things.

“The Abbot (Chapman apparently is referring to Abbot Marmion) says St. John of the Cross is like a sponge full of Christianity. You can squeeze it all out, and the full mystical theory (in other words, the pure Perennial Philosophy) remains. Consequently for fifteen years or so I hated St. John of the Cross and called him a Buddhist. I loved St. Teresa and read her over and over again. She is first a Christian, only secondarily a mystic. Then I found I had wasted fifteen years, so far as prayer was concerned.”

from Aldous Huxley in The Perennial Philosophy

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Folks I know who have a problem with religion should resonate with some part of this. After all, the most common complaint that the “non-religious” have about religion is that it’s so shallow – that it focuses too much on human traditions and interpreted teaching, rather than searching for real meaning in the world we live in.

I think they’re right in many ways. Too often, our religions fail to encourage us to grow and mature in our faith. Too often, our religions want us to grow in our relationship with the church, rather than in our relationship with G-d. The best pastor or rabbi should be looking for ways to help parishioners become so strong in relationship with G-d that they no longer need the pastor or rabbi.

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A wise boss used to pound the idea into my head that my job as a leader was to be wise enough to work my way out of a job – to help people around me grow so that some of them would go past me, or at the very least be ready for my job. It’s a hard leadership style to truly live, though I always strived toward it.

This wisdom and teaching has a place in the seminaries of the world, as pastors and rabbis would be well served to try and achieve the same thing. In my experience, most pastors work to keep their flock contained, and dependent, and tied to what’s taught in that church. Instead, pastors should be trying to help people become the most absorbent sponge possible, ready to move past that pastor and on to ponds where even more can be absorbed.

A faith sponge can only grow when it’s constantly given just a little more to absorb than it’s ready to absorb.

Go see how much you can absorb this week.

Paradox of Unknowing – Part 2

Or, Creationists, Flat Earthers, and Unknowers…

From Hubblesite.org

Not long ago, a religious debate engulfed the center of western civilization. Science seemed more and more insistent as time went along on a “theory” that had developed about the very foundations of the way that life on earth – and the universe itself – was put together. Seems innocent enough, right?

The problem is that this “theory” was in direct conflict with Orthodox translations and interpretations of the Bible.

I should insert here a definition of “Orthodoxy”. It means, in essence, “right thinking”, or “the right way to think”. Conversely, “heresy” is simply thinking that is not orthodox. Any non-orthodox way of thinking is, in essence, heresy. It all has a very fascist feel to it, doesn’t it?

Regarding the debate in question, Orthodox Christianity insisted that you must interpret our best translations of early teachings (ie The Bible) in a particular way, and that this ruled out this new theory. Debate raged both ways, with the fundamentalists feeling threatened that the very “Word of G-d” was being challenged by science.

At this point, a reader might think that I’m referring to a debate that’s going on right now in the halls of Orthodoxy – the debate over the notion of evolution. And in fact, the debate I’m referring to is still going on in some circles, but it’s not the debate over evolution.

The debate I’m referring to was rampant a few hundred years ago. In the 15th century, Fundamentalist Christian Orthodoxy was torturing and killing people for the heresy of believing the earth was round. Many who were considered great scientific minds of the day were willing to line up on the side of Christian Orthodoxy, and find evidence to support the notion of a flat earth.

Today, the Flat Earth Society is alive and well, evidence of the extreme power that Orthodoxy has in keeping our minds locked tight against learning and growing. It’s probably hard for a reasonable person today to imagine how a person could actually think that the earth is flat, but to the folks who believe it today, they’re absolutely convinced that there is ample evidence to support their notion that the earth is, indeed, flat.

From Hubblesite.org

There are lots of folks today who are absolutely convinced that the notion of natural selection and the adaptation of a species – which is the essence of the theory of evolution – conflicts with what Orthodoxy has taught them. In my opinion, these folks have mistaken the “teachings of Orthodoxy” with the “Truth of G-d” – two very different things.

Orthodoxy changes throughout history. As it changes, it adapts history – and adapts what Orthodoxy itself has taught in the past – to try and make it appear as though it is unchanging. “Unchangeability” is something that orthodoxies are addicted to. An orthodoxy must cling to the notion that it knows the answer, and that the answer never changes. As our minds understand more and more about this wonderful Creation, the answers orthodoxies cling to begin to crumble, and orthodoxy fights back.

Enter the beauty of unknowing. Again.

If I can simply accept that Creation is, then I’m open to understanding more about it. That was G-d’s answer to Moses, wasn’t it? When Moses asked G-d to explain Himself, and who He was, G-d simply answered that Moses didn’t have the ability to understand. He said simply, “I Am”.

That’s just no enough for us, and we insist on creating orthodoxy. We have a tough time accepting that “G-d” is something beyond our ability to understand well.

From Hubblesite.org

Back to our Flat Earth debate. While we like to trumpet the greatness of Western Civilization, and our advancements, and the “great thinking” that’s come from us, we forget that when we “discovered” the fact that the earth was round back in the 15th century, we were pretty late in the game. Many civilizations already had that understanding firmly institutionalized.

We were, in fact, great thinkers coming from a great Greek tradition, yet we’d been held back by an ancient mythology about a flat earth. How? The power of orthodoxy to insist that it “knows”. 500 years later, in our world today, the Flat Earth Society is alive and well. Orthodoxy and the addiction to knowing are amazingly powerful, aren’t they?

The first step is always the hardest – that first step of being OK with “unknowing”. Accepting an inability to deeply “know the essence of G-d” opens us to the ability to understand ourselves, the world around us, and the framework of the universe. Accepting “unknowing” is exactly what’s required to be able to “know the knowable”.

Paradoxically, according to great teachers and sages from Moses to Jesus to Mohammed to Lau Tzu – even to many of the Saints of Orthodoxy from St Theresa to Rumi – it is in the humility of “unknowing” that we’ll find ourselves able to find closeness with The Divine.

Unknowing seems to be the key to many sides of the coin, doesn’t it?

From Hubblesite.org

The Sparrow and the Hawk

The cold weather this weekend has the birds spending lots of time at my feeders. They’re equal-opportunity feeders, meaning that while seed-eating birds flock to the feeders, the occasional falcon takes advantage of the congregated birds to take a songbird as a snack of his own.

Photo by Will Elder

I watch a Kestrel (a type of falcon also known as a Sparrow Hawk) sitting on a branch above the feeders. While a Kestrel will sometimes take a bird, their primary diet is usually little creatures like mice. This one has apparently figured out that mice glean the seed that falls beneath the feeders, and he watches the ground intently.

Photo by Terry Sohl

The songbirds seem to know a falcon is sitting in the tree, as they stay away from the feeders while he’s there. I see them gathered not far away, clearly wanting to feed on this frigid day, but nervous about the falcon.

In most cases, hunger will eventually trump risk, as it does with the sparrows and finches. The flock might lose one individual, but the flock as a whole needs to eat.

The first to approach the feeders is a group of Titmice that stumble into the area. Their rapid flitting from branch to branch attracts the attention of the Sparrow Hawk, and as they notice his presence they decide to move along.

Just as the Titmice move along, the Sparrows and Finches move into the top of the tree. They seem to know the Sparrow Hawk is still in the tree, staying above his perch as they chatter and move about from branch to branch. The Sparrow Hawk is clearly on high alert – looking for a chance to take a little bird who lets his guard down for just an instant. Eventually, a group of half a dozen or so Goldfinches drop down to the feeders, and the Sparrow Hawk makes his move.

Fortunately for the Goldfinches, they’re agile on the wing, and the Sparrow Hawk doesn’t have enough space to gain any reasonable attack speed. The hawk flies off empty-taloned, and the Goldfinches resume their feeding after a couple minutes.

Photo by Peter LaTourrette

I’m always torn about who to “root for” when the falcons are around the feeder. It is a bird feeder, after all, and falcons are birds too, right? My immediate reaction is always to root for the underdog – the songbird. But common sense usually takes over and I figure it’s out of my hands – it’s just nature happening around me, and I’m blessed to be able to observe. No need to “root for” anybody.

Why’s that so hard for us – to just observe without rooting for somebody? Why do we always feel like we need to be on one side or the other of something?

After all, G-d isn’t rooting for one or the other, right? It’s just a balance thing, and it’s happening and balancing as we watch. And there’s beauty in balance, regardless of the outcome of this little confrontation or that little close-call.

We often mold G-d into our own image, and this is one of those areas where I think it’s most apparent. Our human nature (for whatever reason) pushes us to always take sides on things, rather than simply understanding things and solving problems. This is a human characteristic, not a Divine one, yet we can’t resist pushing G-d into this little mold.

I coached and refereed competitive soccer for years, and watched as many teams would have a “prayer” prior to the beginning of the match. While I have no doubt that the basic underlying intention of coaches was good when they did this, I also have little doubt that most of the time it was unconsciously a show – putting the “religiosity” of the coach on display in front of an audience. This aspect of the practice amused me.

But another aspect of the prayer disturbed me. The likely collateral effect these “prayers” had on young minds bothered me – implying that G-d might just provide the most help to whichever team prayed the best, or the most, or with the right words. As-if to imply that “G-d is on my team, not on the other team.”

While this might not by the explicit intent of the coach, I believe it’s one of the implied lessons beneath the practice. While I love the practice of prayer, I can only imagine how much more valuable the practice would be if both teams came together before the match, and prayed together. What a powerful lesson that would be for the players and the spectators. It would imply clearly the reality that G-d doesn’t “choose up sides” in this sort of thing, and that our need for prayer is our need to keep ourselves close to G-d.

It’s an unfortunate reality we face in the world, with so many all across the globe believing that their perspective of G-d is the one and only right version – that G-d rejects all the other people who happen to have been brought up with a different perspective or different traditions. It’s quite selfish behavior really, and the sort of self-righteousness that’s led to more war and misery than anything else in our history.

In my Christian tradition, we’ve got a really nice hymn that’s based on words Jesus spoke. The words from the refrain that are most memorable to like this:

“His eye is on the Sparrow,

and I know G-d watches over me.”

Image from BirdsArt.com

Maybe He watched the dance at my feeders. If so, His eye probably was on the Sparrow, and on the falcon as well. The falcon missed this time, but the odds may have worked in his favor later in the day, and he probably found a mouse, or a finch. And G-d probably smiled at the beauty of the balance that continued to be maintained.

Standing Still For The Light

Since she was born in the middle of December, we always worried that our daughter’s birthday would be overwhelmed by the Christmas holiday. Consequently, we never decorated the house, or let the “Christmas Season” begin, until after her birthday was complete.

That tradition remained, and even today as an adult, she’ll have no part of anyone in the family starting “Christmas” until after her birthday.

Which is great with me. Traditionally – back in the olden days before we were an economy and a society addicted to consumerism – Christmas actually didn’t “start” until Christmas Eve. Back then, folks would come together as a family on that eve, and decorate the home, and share good cheer, in anticipation of the beginning of the season of Christmas. Starting on Christmas Day, the season lasts 12 days – hence the song, “The Twelve Days Of Christmas”.

Acting like it’s Christmas too early in the year gives us all too much time to squabble over whether or not this group or that group celebrates the holiday correctly, or whether it’s OK to use this decoration or that decoration in front of this building or that building. It gives us too much time to wallow in the “stuff” that we want, and the “stuff” that people around us want. It’s a sad but true commentary on the degree to which we all submit to the consumerism that’s become our master in these modern days.

Build a new way to celebrate Christmas this year and in coming years. Come together as a family on the eve of Christmas. Decorate the house for the holiday if you haven’t already, and share in good cheer and joy. Seek and find the religious significance in the holiday that’s important to you. Let the joy and significance linger for the entire holiday season – all 12 days of it.

Photo From ScienceBlogs.com - Winter Solstice of Fairbanks, AK

The winter solstice brings the shortest day of the year – the day when the sun stops its retreat toward darkness, and begins to move back toward light. The Latin root of the word “solstice” translates to something like “the standing still of the sun”. The sun stands still for a moment, then turns away from darkness and begins the journey toward longer days and greater light.

This year, the winter solstice brought a bonus of a beautiful red lunar eclipse to my part of the world. The moon turned dark red as the earth shaded it from the bright sun. Then, emerging on the other side of the shadow, it sparkled again in the bright winter night sky.

Photo By AP - Lunar Eclipse

Each year, the solstice is the opening act for the Christmas Holiday, (though I suppose my daughter would argue that her birthday is the opening act for the solstice…) As we bask in the joy of lengthening days and growing light in the world around us, it’s the perfect time to stand still in our heart and soul for a moment, and seek the Light that waits for us. This year, a moon emerging from a shadow is an extra bonus.

Stand still for just a moment, and feel the warmth of Light shining into your heart. Open yourself and let the Light from within your Soul shine into the world around you, and into the lives of those you love. Emerge from any shadow that life or the season might have brought into your life, and find again the bright Light shining into your heart and reflecting on your face.

The “true meaning of Christmas” – find it for yourself.

Paradox Of Unknowing – Part 1

The closer you look, the less you see. If you want to understand the Pacific Ocean, you’d hardly look at a tiny drop of water flowing into it from a river – you’d need to back up and see the thing in context, see the whole picture.

How much damage is done in business, politics, and relationships by folks who charge into something with a “solution” or a “change” that causes greater damage because the situation or the problem wasn’t understood well or fully? How many times have we each been embarrassed by actions we took or words we spoke that clearly didn’t have the wisdom of good understanding behind them?

To understand something, you have to be able to see the context.

Great sages have talked about this throughout history as it relates to our ability to walk the path of a Faith Journey. In different ways, with different words, in all languages, they’ve described that moving further toward G-d in this life requires that we release our human requirement to understand everything about G-d.

One of the greatest favors bestowed on the soul transiently in this life is to enable it to see so distinctly and feel so profoundly that it cannot comprehend God at all. …They who know God most perfectly perceive that God is infinitely incomprehensible.
Those who have less clear vision do not perceive so clearly how greatly God transcends their vision.

St John of the Cross

This is tough for us in our western world, where we’ve constructed a universe in our mind that we know and fundamentally understand. Our addiction to knowing and understanding are the very things that keep us from moving toward G-d.

Walk outside on a dark night. Let your eyes adjust to the darkness. Try see something clearly in the dark by looking directly at it. You’ll find that if you look a little to the side, instead of directly at the thing, you’ll be able to see it much more clearly. You won’t see color and detail, but you’ll see shape and movement. While there are physiological reasons for this, it demonstrates the point well.

There are things for which we have no context for understanding. If we take our natural human approach – if we look directly at them – we won’t be able to see them. But if we accept that we can’t try and see the thing in the same way we’re accustomed to seeing things, the shape might start to appear.

Try it next time you find yourself out on a dark night. Each time I use this trick, it reminds me of the humility I need to nurture in order to have a chance to glimpse a shape now and then that might be the edge of G-d.

The Fortune Ledger and Advent

We’ve had an amazingly mild autumn in Colorado. We’re within days of the winter solstice, and it’s 60 degrees today, as it was yesterday. We’ve had a little snow, and a couple of cold spells, but overall it’s been incredible.

I was chatting with a friend the other day, and we were fretting over the fear that this mild weather now might mean some really nasty stuff later on. As-if there is some sort of cosmic balance of “rotten days”, and we might now have gotten on the wrong side of that balance.

It’s an interesting tendency, isn’t it? We look at many things in life within the context of this “ledger sheet” view of the universe. As-if someplace up in the cosmos, there’s an accounting clerk hunched over a ledger book with his green eyeshade on, making sure that we’re each enduring our fair share of misery. If we’re blessed with some good fortune, or unseasonably great weather, or a string of particularly good luck, we automatically look for “the catch” – the other shoe that must be going to drop.

It comes back to our desire to look at everything in life as a “payment” or a “barter”. There’s no free lunch, right? If it seems too good to be true, it probably is, right? There’s always a price to pay, right?

When we’re dealing with each other – with other human beings – it’s probably a good idea to maintain a wary approach. Since this is how we see the world, this is how we deal with one another. It’s safe.

But when it comes to Creation, the cosmos, the universe or the multiverse, or just plain Mother Nature, there’s a healthier way to let ourselves be part of the world. That image of the accounting clerk and the green eyeshade not only limits our capacity to receive the gifts of Creation, but also limits our capacity to be the source of gifts.

Every single day is filled with gifts. Sometimes the dice fall in our favor for several days in a row, and the gift is even sweeter than we expected. Sometimes our perception of “luck” or “fortune” limits our ability to see the gifts that fill the path around us, and we’re challenged to build the wisdom required to share and experience gifts in a new way.

Our fear of “the other shoe” or the “price to be paid” can consumes so much of our energy that we’re prevented from savoring the beauty of what’s been laid right in front of us.

For Christians, we’re approaching the final Sunday of the season of Advent. It’s a season of preparation – of opening ourselves to Spirit and anticipation. It’s not a time to worry about ledger sheets. It’s not a time to worry about whether or not we’ve received our fair share of misery. It’s a time of simple and hopeful beginning. A time to rejoice in the gifts that are laid all along the path that we’re on. A time to celebrate all humanity, all Creation, and all wonder.

Ad-vent: The arrival. The beginning. Especially of something momentous.

Every single day is momentous – every day is the advent of yet another gift.

Seek it, feel it, and enjoy it.

It’s a wonderful day outside today. Tomorrow might be another beautiful day, or it might not, but I think I’ll deal with that tomorrow. Today is waiting for me – I think I’ll not make it wait any longer…

The Möbius Strip

In our culture, we tend to have a very delineated view of the world. Things are either black or white, they’re either on or off, they’re either left or right. Everything has a “side” to it, or sometimes multiple sides, and I’ve always got to choose which side I’m on. Somebody’s going to win, and somebody’s going to lose.

MC Escher Drawing

The older I get, the less I think the universe is set up that way. Oh, I accept that we try and construct the world we live in that way, but I don’t think this is the “order of things” as they’re laid out in the universe. I don’t think this is how G-d sees it.

I write about this in my book – Peace at the Edge of Uncertainty – and I recently had a discussion with someone that got me to thinking about it a little differently.

MC Escher Mobius Strip

M.C. Escher was inspired by a mathematical concept called the Möbius Strip. Think of it as a flat noodle that you make a loop out of and join the two ends together, but before you join the ends, you give the noodle half a twist. Now, there’s no inside or outside of the noodle, right? If you traced a path along the noodle you’d cover the entire surface – inside and outside – and end up right back at the same place.

Kind of like the concept of giving. In our delineated view of the world, there’s a giver and a receiver, right? One person is on one side of the strip, and the other person is on the other side. But when your heart opens during the act of giving, you’re much more accessible to receiving as well. On the other side of the interaction, the receiver gives gratitude back to the giver, creating a continuum in the giving cycle. Done well, there is no giver and no receiver, but only the blessing of giving.

Like forgiveness. In nearly every religion, the instruction to forgive each other exists, but we often come to think of it in our delineated fashion – thinking that if we want to be forgiven, then we first must forgive others. The classic if/then statement. But I don’t think it works that way.

Expressing forgiveness is something that’s contagious, and infects everyone around us. Forgiving enhances a state of forgiveness, and there’s no inside surface or outside surface. It just happens. We can’t make it happen, or keep ourselves on the outside surface of it, we can only contribute to the state that exists, or turn our heads and try and pretend it isn’t there by refusing to express forgiveness.

G-d doesn’t forgive us because we forgive others – we just choose to join the state that G-d creates – it’s all one surface. G-d doesn’t let us fall into blessings because we give to others – giving to others opens us to the state of giving, and lets us participate in the never-ending cycle of giving and receiving.

The Möbius Strip. Jump on.

Soul Dressing

It seems that the deity dressed each soul which he sends into nature in certain virtues and powers not communicable to other men, and sending it to perform one more turn through the circle of beings, wrote “Not transferable” and “Food for this trip only” on these garments.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Loss Of The Commons

Common Decency, Common Courtesy, and Common Sense – critical to the survival of a culture. While the definition of each of these might vary slightly culture to culture, I think there’s some foundational common ground.

As a culture, we seem to have lost our bearings with regard to this 3-legged stool that supports a culture. When it happened I’m not sure, but it feels like it’s been rapidly accelerating over the past 30 years. We’ve lost the ability to allow any disagreement into our dialogue, as we no longer have an understanding of how decency, courtesy, and sense can guide us to learn from one another when we disagree rather than hating and hurting one another.

Common Decency

The desire to treat our fellow human beings with respect and compassion. The willingness to forego some comfort or profit in order for another to be more comfortable or to feel some small gain. This notion of common decency is foundational to most religions. In the case of my own religion – Christianity – the entire religion is based on the teachings of a man who gave himself completely to not only teaching these principles, but to demonstrating them in the life he led.

But these principles seem hidden in our culture today, don’t they? There will always be mean-spirited people who lie and cheat and bully others, but a culture founded in common decency will shun and banish those people. How is it then, that people like Limbaugh and Hannity and Orielly and Beck and Olberman survive and thrive on the airwaves of our public square? How is it that Americans continue to shop at stores like Walmart who strive hard to assure that good jobs aren’t available in America, both by continuing illegal and immoral practices to assure that American workers can’t organize, and by producing every product they can overseas in countries that consistently support labor practices that most of us would consider slavery, child abuse, or worse?

We make decisions every day with our wallets – our continual vote in the marketplace. Every time we allow one of these abusive, lying, cheating bullies to appear on a TV that we watch, we cast a vote in favor of what they represent. Every time we make a purchase at a Walmart, we cast a vote in favor of what they represent. We have absolute power to simply set our jaw, and make them go away by refusing to support them and what they represent.

Yet we don’t. Why not? Our refusal to take a stand against these practices makes us complicit in their actions. Certainly supporting the concept of reasonable wages will make our prices rise, but the America I grew up in had the decency to allow my neighbor to make a living wage rather than force him to live in poverty so I can pay a little less for some trinket I might want to buy.

The lying, cheating, bullies are out in force right now as we run up to our election. Will we continue to swallow their pill of dishonesty and lack of common decency, or will we set our jaw and vote with a conscience rather than with our selfish greed?

Common Courtesy

I had dinner with a friend not long ago, and our conversation meandered around to courtesy. As common decency has crept further and further from our relationship palette, so courtesy has become less and less important. Courtesy is an expression of care, concern, and respect for another person. Extending a courtesy to another person is an open hand that lets them see the respect you have for them.

My daughter went through a period when she refused to let me open doors for her. She’s a strong-willed and intelligent young woman, who seemed to see having a man open a door as an expression of weakness on her part. As she’s grown up, I’ve noticed that she not only lets me open doors for her, but will actually pause slightly to give me the chance to open it. She’s come to realize how much it means to me when I’m able to express my respect for her by opening the door for her, and she’s learning to give this gift to me more often. She’s every bit as strong-willed as she ever was, and becoming more intelligent every day. And she’s learning the art of courtesy in a culture that’s working hard to keep her from doing so.

I should mention also that my daughter is teaching me a thing or two about courtesy as well. Although I really don’t care a bit about fashion, and have nearly zero fashion sense, I’m allowing myself to learn from her – how to identify “cute” shoes, what colors go together well, etc. I do this not because I really care about cute shoes, but because these are things that are important to her, and by learning from her, I give her a gift and a courtesy.

The courtesy that our children display is a perfect reflection of what we have taught them about how to express care, concern and respect for other people. How our generation behaves is far less important than how the next generation behaves, and the common courtesy we teach them has a very big impact on that behavior.

Common Sense

Common sense was, at one time, the true measure of a person. If a person has all the education in the world, but lacked basic common sense, s/he was considered to have little practical knowledge. If a person spewed rhetoric that couldn’t stand up to the rigors of logic, s/he lost all credibility.

It was important that a person be able to sew a button on a shirt if necessary, or to understand the most basic principles of how to put something together or to apply common repairs. This represented common sense, and the ability to understand things and solve problems. Today, such things have come to represent “common” labor, and fewer and fewer people can do these things. Worse, they’re often proud of their lack of common sense, making it clear that they don’t have the ability to perform these basic tasks, apparently unaware or uncaring of the lack of common sense this displays.

In the words of Teddy Roosevelt, “If a boy has not got pluck and honesty and common sense he is a pretty poor creature, and he is a worse creature if he is a man and lacks any one of those three traits.”

Lest anyone sense any taint of sexism in this statement, the reader should also know that in the year 1913 – well before there was any sense of gender equality in our culture, TR also said, “Much can be done by law towards putting women on a footing of complete and entire equal rights with man – including the right to vote, the right to hold and use property, and the right to enter any profession she desires on the same terms as the man.”…”Women should have free access to every field of labor which they care to enter, and when their work is as valuable as that of a man it should be paid as highly.”

The decline of common decency is directly related to the decline in common sense. It’s the loss of the common sense required to discern truth from fiction that’s allowed the ascendence of the liars, cheats, and bullies that are paid so much money by the media to spew their distortions and half-truths. The lack of common sense keeps us voting for people who spoon-feed us honey while destroying the orchard, and keep us spending money with multi-national corporations who are destroying the fabric of our economy.

Like every culture, ours is held up wholly by the 3 pillars of civilized behavior – Common Decency, Common Courtesy, and Common Sense. I question how much longer we can stand as these pillars erode around us. The power to rebuild them and make them strong lies completely in our hands. Will we pick up the tools and start to repair the extreme damage that’s already occurred.

Awareness of the Unbeliever

The recent Pew study that found Atheists and Agnostics had greater knowledge of traditional religion (such as Christianity) than did Christians seems to surprise quite a few people.

See the study results here, but the summary is that folks were asked a series of 32 questions about religion. Nearly half of the questions were specifically about Judea-Christian knowledge of the Bible and Judea-Christian religion. The other half of the questions were a mix of questions about religion in the larger world, religion and the constitution, etc.

Folks who identified themselves as Christian did not do well on this survey. In fact, the folks who were the most knowledgable about religion were folks who identified themselves as either Agnostic or Atheist. It should be noted that those who identified themselves as Jewish were not far behind the Agnostics and the Atheists. Mormons scored well too. (I should note that it appears that Mormons are lumped in with Christians, so the Christian scores without the Mormon help would have been dismal…)

One other thing that jumped out at me: Those who said that they took Scripture literally – that they thought that the Bible represented the actual words of G-d – those folks scored significantly lower in actual knowledge, while those who did not believe the Bible should be taken literally scored significantly higher in actual knowledge.

Surprised? The results make sense to me. Folks who’ve gone to the trouble of thinking through religion, and have consciously decided to call identify as Agnostic or Atheist have probably asked tougher questions, and have probably gone through more analysis and study to arrive at their conscious decision. My guess is that if you were able to pull out the folks who called themselves Christian AND who’ve arrived at that identification through the same analysis and study would probably do as well as the Agnostics and the Atheists – they’d probably do even better.

On the other hand, if you accept Religion as something that just is, and you don’t ask questions about it, you probably don’t know much about it. In fact, you probably don’t see it as a problem that you don’t know much about it. You’ve decided to drink the kool-aid without questioning what’s in it.

The results point toward the need to dig in and ask tough questions of religion. Be willing to push against the places where there aren’t good answers. Accept uncertainty regarding where your questions may take you, and be willing to embrace the mystery of the places you might end up.

I don’t buy that asking the questions will lead a person automatically to a lack of faith. In fact, I strongly believe that it’s the job of religion to encourage folks to ask the tough questions, and to help them to journey toward relationship with G-d. Because at the end of the journey most people will, in fact, find G-d. Sure there will be many who don’t find G-d, but I many people will.

Whether the person who took the journey ended up finding G-d or not finding G-d, it’s the journey itself that’s important. Agnostics and Atheists appear to be more open to taking the journey, although many might argue that they’ve predetermined that they’ll not find G-d on the journey. Sure there are some of those, just like there are some Christians who predetermine that they will find G-d.

I say, give it a whirl – step out onto the dance floor – take the journey!

Atonement

At One. In agreement. Reconciled. To bring together something that was separate. Harmony rising from dissonance.

Bring the words together to make the verb atone. The meaning is the same. To bring into a state of “at one-ness”. To come into harmony.

Things become separate for many reasons. I aim for one result, but find another. I miss the mark that I was aiming for. There are several Hebrew words that get translated into the single English word “sin”. One of these Hebrew words has exactly this meaning – to miss the mark, as-in an archer missing his mark.

Standing on the bridge between the past and the future, I can look back and see where I missed the mark, and ended up with a different outcome than I aimed for. Where I caused a break or ill feelings in a relationship. Where I sought harmony, and instead created dissonance. I accept responsibility, and seek to “put right” what I can – I atone – I try to bring back the state of “at-one-ness”.

The English language has a way to turn the verb atone into a noun. We simply add “ment” to the end of the verb, and we create the noun. Atonement. The “state” of having brought together that which was separate, having mended what needs mending, having found harmony from dissonance.

The path to the state of atonement requires action on our part. We must choose to put right what we’ve broken. Looking back down the path behind, where do I see separation? Where do I hear dissonance? What actions are required of me to bring together what’s separate, to allow harmony to emerge from dissonance?

Soon I’ll look in front of me down the path to the future, and make decisions about how to move forward. Doing this requires me to understand how and why I missed the mark in the past. Understanding the darkness in yesterday helps me bring light into tomorrow.

Accepting responsibility. Making amends. Asking forgiveness. Accepting the Light that comes with At-One-Ness…

A Bridge for Reflection

When designing a garden, we like to create “transition moments”. A transition moment is a place to stop as you move along the garden path. A place to stop and look forward and backward. Looking backward lets us see the path we’ve been walking on, and the garden we’ve been walking through, only now from another perspective. Looking forward lets us evaluate the path in front of us.

A transition might be defined by a wide spot in the path, or a wide spot accompanied by a sharp turn, or maybe a bridge. The best “transition moments” in a garden force us to make a decision, to decide on one path or another, to aim for one place in the garden or the other.

Along the path of life, we’re presented with transition moments all the time – probably far more often than we realize. Sometimes they’re planned moments, sometimes they’re ritual moments, and sometimes they’re moments of surprise that jump out of the bushes at us. Sometimes they’re all 3 at once.

Jewish tradition marks the passing of each year as one of those important transition moments in life. Each year, Rosh Hashanah marks the bridge that we cross from one year to the next. On that bridge, we stand and reflect – to look back and to look forward. In looking back, we honestly accept responsibility for the path that we’ve walked for the past year, looking directly into the eye of both the good and the bad for which we’re responsible.

On a garden path, a well-designed “transition moment” will hold me for a few minutes. It won’t rush me forward onto the next section of path, but will hold me a moment, to enjoy the reflection and appreciation that the moment offers.

As we pause on the bridge between the years at Rosh Hashanah, we take the time for reflection and appreciation. We don’t rush forward into the next year, but take the time to reflect and understand. We make decisions thoughtfully and intentionally. Jewish tradition defines this period as the High Holy Days that begin with Rosh Hashanah, and progress for 10 days toward Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement.

Rosh Hashanah begins this evening at sundown for Jews around the world. I wasn’t raised with Jewish tradition, but I’m quite taken by this holiday period and what it represents. While this might not be a holiday that I celebrate by tradition, I can incorporate its sacred lessons, habits, and behavior into the next 10 days of my life. I can look for way to see this as a bridge upon which I pause and reflect, looking back down across the path that I’ve been walking.

A different perspective, and a pause…

Becoming

A young friend was sharing with me recently that she had decided that she no longer wanted to pursue a career in Corporate America, and now wanted to become a social worker. Of course she realized that she’d never become wealthy pursuing such a career, but she clearly felt “called”, and I was impressed with her passion.

This young person will likely truly “become” a social worker of some sort. Who knows where life will take her as she defines herself with this calling, but there’s little doubt in my mind that she’ll follow a path defined by who she’s become, and that the path she follows will be defined by her heart and soul.

In the event that she lives to be 100, will she look back across the years of her life, and say that in her life, a social worker is what she “was”?

How do we define our lives, in the context of our whole life? When you’re 25, it’s easy to think of this year and next year, maybe even the next 5 years. When you’re 50, it’s easier to think of the last 20 years, and the next 20 years.
In the world within which our ancestors evolved, a context of a year or two was really all that mattered. A context of 5 years was a long time, and 20 years was a lifetime.

But today, the context within which we define our lives has changed a great deal. We live a lot longer than our ancestors did – our lives today might span 2 or 3 of the lifetimes of only a few hundred years ago. We’re blessed with lives of relative luxury, with a great deal of time to reflect, and meditate, and re-create. In our lives today, when we come to the end of the path, and face the clearing at the end of life, (to borrow a metaphor), how will we measure and define the life and the path that we’ve traveled?

Will my young friend look back and see the life she lived and call herself a social worker? If she’s lucky enough to travel a path that’s long, and lives to a ripe old age, I suspect not. Even if she works for many years in the field, and does many good things – in the tradition of so many great souls in this world – there’s a pretty good chance that she won’t define herself that way.

I have a good friend who spent 40 years in Corporate America as an executive. He’s been retired for several years now. Each year I notice that the way he refers to himself when he meets people evolves a little bit. When he first retired, he introduced himself as a retired executive – not necessarily in those words but that was the gist of the description. Today, he introduces himself as an outdoorsman who hunts and fishes and cycles. Depending on how deep into the discussion he gets, he’ll eventually get around to the part where he spent 40 years in Corporate America, and retiring as an executive.

But that’s not who he became. After only 10 years of retirement, he’s no longer that thing that he spent 40 years becoming. For 40 years it probably seemed important, but now as he looks back along the path behind him, it was only how he spent his time – it wasn’t who he became.

I had the enormous privilege of spending a couple of hours with my grandmother the other day. She’s 101 this year. She believes that she’s nearing the end, and she hears the clearing at the end of the path calling to her. I believe her, and sitting with her, I hear a little of the whisper that she must be hearing. It’s hard to say goodbye, knowing that the next time we meet will probably be beyond that clearing that calls to her today.

But she’s smiling and happy as she looks forward. She feels the comfort of the clearing as it calls to her, and she’s had enough of the trials and tribulations that a 101 year-old body puts a person through.

We talked much of the wonderful life that she’s had. We looked at old photos again, and she could tell me who all the people were in the photographs. Friends she’s known all her life, grandkids and greats and great-greats, even the spouses. It’s astounding to listen to her tell about the day that a particular photo was taken, and who was there, and what they were celebrating, even though the photo was taken in the ’20’s or the ’30’s.

There’s joy and gratitude in her eyes and in her voice as she looks back down the path behind her, and there’s wonder in her eyes as she looks forward to the transition and the clearing that she’s approaching.

She was a hard-working young woman, a bride and wife, a mom, a grandmother, and a friend. She became an old woman with bright eyes, a warm heart, and a beautiful soul. Nowhere in the resume that she lists today are any of the “jobs” that she held to make money. Oh she remembers them and can tell you about them, but they weren’t who she was, and certainly not who she became.

I’ll miss my grandma when she makes that next transition, when she makes that final crossing in this life, when she “becomes” yet one more time. I hope I’m still learning from her, and taking care about what I want to become in this life.

Martial Arts and Religion

There’s a nice discussion of correlations between martial arts and religion by David Rusak – click here to visit the article.

The article, (apparently without intention), highlights the ancient connection that has existed between the martial arts and religion. In fact, most of what we call the martial arts today grew out of specific eastern spiritual practice, some Taoist, some Buddhist, some Hindu.

The author uses the phrase “religious practice” in the same way he uses the phrase “martial arts practice”. Great phrase. I love the way the author refers to the fact that early in a practice, the student assumes that there’s some universal truth behind the exercise, only to learn later that some other form of practice uses a different exercise to teach similar concepts. Isn’t this the core of religion after all – each form or discipline has developed its own mythology, dogma, and ritual to get students “practiced” in the disciplines – accustomed to using the “muscles” required to consider and reflect on Divine Presence? Each different religious practice is only preparing the student for a journey – getting them accustomed to using the “muscles” that will help them maintain the grace and poise required to stay focused on the journey.

I wonder if most martial arts have a tradition of assuming that students should strive to advance beyond the basic “dogma” and “ritual”. I know many religions have this assumption – that as we mature and advance in our ability to ask good questions and progress further on our journey, we should be able to emerge from the other side of our lessons with the ability to continue seeking without the need for the myth or ritual that got us to that point. (Christianity and Judaism for example have this tradition.)

This doesn’t mean the student throws away the myth and ritual that brought them to where they are – they should embrace it as a good and strong path. When they outgrow that path, they’re expected to continue to seek, only they now need a path “further along”. Do martial arts assume that this happens as well – that the student will come to the point to which the author has arrived, realizing that there are many paths that lead to a place similar to where he is today, and that from this point the practitioner must “journey on”?

FYI, I was referred to this article by a posting at SoF-Observed (Speaking of Faith blog).

Great Article on “End Of Life” issues

This article in The New Yorker by Atul Gawande. It’s a pretty long article, but does a great job of describing many of the practical and “life-side” issues associated with dying. I came across the link to the article through the Speaking of Faith blog.

Reading it made me realize that there are many issues that we need to take on and come to grips with regarding “how we die” in modern culture. Most of those issues happen on “this” side of that doorway of transformation between this life and whatever does (or doesn’t) happen on the other side of that transformation. I’m thinking, though, that the issues on this side are pretty tough to deal with unless you’re comfortable with what you believe about what happens on the other side of that transformation.

Thoughts?

Another Viewpoint – “Unveiling The Spark” from Chabad.org

Interesting how this works so often. After my post yesterday talking about “why things happen”, I see that the Daily Dose today at Chabad.org talks about essentially the same thing – with a slightly different spin. If you don’t want to follow the links, here are the words:

Unveiling the Spark
In every hardship, search for the spark of good and cling to it. If you cannot find that spark, rejoice that wonder beyond your comprehension has befallen you.
Once you have unveiled and liberated the spark of good, it can rise to overcome its guise of darkness and even transform the darkness fully to light.

Closer to Eden – Inch by Inch

I was at dinner with a friend not long ago, and we got around to the topic of “why things happen”. Of course, we weren’t talking in a scientific or an analytical sense, but rather in a philosophical / religious sense. Another way to broach the subject might be to ask whether or not all things happen for a purpose, or whether things just happen, and we make from them what we can. Fate vs Opportunity.

While I’d like very much to believe that G-d is shaping His multiverse around me and around the everyday events that need to happen in my life, I can’t seem to get to that place with either my heart or my mind. There’s just too much world in this solar system, too many solar systems in this galaxy, too many galaxies in this universe, too many universes in…

I guess it boils down to the age-old question: “To what degree does the universe revolve around me as a person?”

That’s really the hurdle that we’ve got to get past, isn’t it? When Galileo challenged the details of the traditional Old Testament creation story, he was jailed by the church until he recanted. The traditional creation story makes it quite plain that man is at the center of the earth, and that earth is at the center of the universe. It’s a very painful process to challenge this notion that I’m at the center of the universe, and everything in turn revolves around me.

In many ways, it’s no different than the maturation process of a human from infancy to adulthood. When we’re born, all we know of the universe is the mother that takes care of us. As we grow, our perception needs to expand and evolve, as we learn that there are many other children, many other mothers, and that we need to fit into this much bigger picture. This expansion process needs to continue in order for us to “grow into” the real world. At whatever point we stop allowing ourselves and our perception to expand, this is the point at which we lock the size of our world.

And of course, G-d’s world is quite large indeed, isn’t it? The question for each of us is this: “How much can I allow my perception of the world to expand toward the complete universe of G-d?”

This is not a new question – wise sages in the Bible (both Old Testament and New Testament) often compared human faith and human maturity, making it very plain that our faith was to mature, evolve, and change as we grew more wise, and more aware of the world that we fit into. Of course, when they were writing, the “known” universe was much smaller than it is today.

Back to my discussion with my friend at dinner – the degree to which G-d makes things happen in our life, vs the degree to which things just happen. As I think about this, it isn’t as simple as connecting the question to the degree to which I believe that G-d is “involved” in my life. It’s simply the degree to which the events of the universe are directed for my “benefit”.

It’s a question of “rights” vs “responsibilities” in many respects. It seems to me that the events of the universe are progressing along – one event or set of events impacting other events. To this point, the question of whether or not “G-d” even exists doesn’t matter – the universe is, and stuff happens – it doesn’t really matter “why”.

But then, I stumble into events, or events trip across me. This is where G-d enters the equation. It’s in how I choose to react to the events that my path takes me through. G-d isn’t hitting me over the head with “the world and the events of the world”, but rather asking me to bring the world a little closer to Her. Along whatever paths I choose to wander, and into whatever events happen to overtake me on that path, I need to work actively to bridge the gaps that I find between the present reality and the Eden that calls us.

G-d happens in whatever each of us does within the events that we stumble through in our lives. We’re responsible to take whatever does happen in our life, and to use those events to help move the world just a tiny little inch further toward Eden.

Of course, if you’ve been born into great privilege or great wealth, or if the “turn of the worm” in life has dropped great fortune in your lap, then it’s really tempting to believe that G-d wants you to have your good fortune and your good luck. We always want to believe that we deserve the good things we have. We always want to believe that G-d wants us to have the good things that we’ve got.

But when things aren’t so fortunate – when you don’t happen to live in the lap of luxury – when you happen to be moving down “Job’s path in life” – it’s then that we begin to question why it is that bad things are happening. It’s then that we have a tough time making this “deserve” concept fit. It’s then that we start blaming G-d rather than thanking Her.

If we drop this notion that we deserve anything at all, and drop this notion that we are at the center of the universe and that G-d is directing the universe for our benefit in some way, then we can more easily accept that life just happens. Nothing more. Nothing less.

We can start to focus on what we can do within each event that we stumble through to move this world just a tiny inch closer to the Eden that G-d calls us to.

40 Units of Time in the Wilderness

Both Lent and Passover have ended. What seeped into my soul this year as these wonderful seasons passed beside me?

Jesus spent 40 days in the wilderness, fasting and wrestling – perhaps wandering. The Israelites spent 40 years in the wilderness, wandering and seeking G-d. Cultures and religions everywhere have strong traditions of fasting and “wilderness time” as part of the transformation process.

It would seem this “wilderness time” is a critical element in any transformation – certainly in transformations that we hope will take us closer to Eden.

But time in the desert is not easy. Are we willing to deny ourselves the immediate needs that our desires demand in order to allow the path through the wilderness to unfold?

When we are in the desert, it is easy to look for ways to surround ourselves with things that feel like the moisture that we seek, even though the place that we are ending up may – in fact – be the swamp. The swamp might feel like a good place at first, but we will rot there if it is only a hiding place from the desert that we are meant to cross.

When the wilderness and the desert are presented to us on our path, then shouldn’t we embrace that phase of our journey rather than hiding from it? What we might need is a little time in the desert by ourselves, to embrace the gifts of the desert and learn what the desert has to speak to us. If we hide from the desert in the swamp, then when the rain does come, we can’t discern the miracle of rain from the swamp that we have immersed ourselves in.

It is only through our time in the desert that we can gain the gift that lets us see the miracle of the rain when it comes. Miracles are happening around us all the time, but few can see them. It may be that time in the desert is tightly linked to the ability to see the miracles that we are surrounded with.

A Human The Size of a Grain of Sand

What are we made of – a flexible bunch of carbon based molecules of stuff? Ever look at a model of a these basic building blocks of matter – atoms and molecules and whatever else they build models of? Ever tinier pieces of things spinning around each other. The relative distance between these “little pieces” is immense really – held together by nothing more than electromagnetic energy.

I read somewhere that if you got rid of all that “space” of electromagnetic energy that is holding it all together, and just piled the little bits of matter together, that the human body would be no bigger than the period at the end of this sentence.

Wow. That’s all there is to us – a tiny little grain of sand.

And we think we are so much more significant than that – we think we matter somehow.

In the big picture – the really big picture that only the Source of All Being can see – is there really any relative difference between something the size of a grain of sand and something that is around 6 feet tall and walking on 2 legs?

Scientists, theologians, and spiritual seekers seem to come together in some sort of rough agreement that somehow or another, everything – in the end – boils down to energy in some form or another. Different wavelengths of energy, different forms and speed, but all energy.

Somewhere in the middle, there exists The Source of all this energy. This Source has set the bits and pieces in motion, and fills all of the space between the bits and pieces – keeps them from collapsing onto themselves – keeps us upright and thinking, rather than lying in a bucket with other grains of sand.

We are made up almost entirely of space and energy – very little “real matter”. Lots of space in there for a soul to live and work, if we let it. Makes it easy to imagine how we can be vessels for the Divine Spirit to pour itself into. Makes it easy, also, to imagine how we can be a beacon from which this Divine Energy can shine.

If I focus on me – look to myself for answers and growth, I am continually refocusing my energy into myself – moving toward collapse into a grain of sand.

If, however, I make myself a vessel and a beacon, continually emitting energy outward and soaking up ever increasing portions of Divine Energy, then I become a radiator for the Divine Energy in the universe – The Source of all, continually expanding away from the tiny grain of sand that is all that I am without this energy.