Saturday, December 31, 2011

To quote Stephanie Tanner of "Full House"..."How rude!"


I had a very interesting talk with a guy who came into the coffee shop where I work the other day. I honestly don't remember how the conversation got started, but the topic of religion came up. Now, this is a topic I try to avoid at work, but coffee shops seem to bring out the philosophical side of people. The gist of the conversation went something to the tune of how different religions hate each other, when that's not at all what religion is about. For example, extremist Christians bombing abortion clinics or extremist Muslims flying planes into the Pentagon. I commented that I thought that the more we compared world religions or ideologies the more we would find we have in common. The main theme of every major religion is the same: Don't be an asshole. That's what Jesus meant when he told us to love our neighbor. Before we say or do anything, we should stop and ask ourselves, “Is this an asshole thing to do/say?”, and if the answer is yes, do what Jesus would do: Jesus wouldn't be an asshole.

Interestingly enough, the young man disagreed with me. He said he believes you need to be true to yourself. If you worry more about making yourself happy and less about making some deity happy, the world will be a better place. I countered that I thought he should extend that idea beyond himself and worry about treating others well. His counterargument: If we truly make ourselves happy we will make others happy as well. Woah! I couldn't believe I was hearing this. To clarify, I do genuinely believe that if we love our neighbors we will obtain true happiness, but I don't think the opposite is true. I think that what he was trying to say is that if we're making ourselves happy at another's expense we're not achieving true happiness. But that's not exactly what he said. What he said was we have to make ourselves happy.

Here's where I start to sound like a crotchety old man. This is what's wrong with the youth of America today. Granted, I'm only a few years older than this young man, but I often feel I don't quite fit in with those of my generation. Perhaps it's because I was born right on the cusp between Generation X and the Millennial Generation. The young people today look only inward. They are completely self-focused and display a shocking sense of entitlement. I think this extends well past the teenagers and twenty-somethings into many adults. Look at the last economic crash due largely to the fact that people were taking out loans for more money than they could possibly pay for homes, cars, etc. far larger than they needed given out by greedy banks who set these people up for failure. The blame isn't on one person, but on a whole slew of self-serving people. Now, I'm no hippie communist, but what would have happened if a loan officer at a bank had decided to love his neighbor? He probably wouldn't have approved a loan that let someone with a family take out money for a big flashy car they couldn't afford using their home as collateral. He would have made a responsible choice to approve them for a smaller, more manageable loan. Likewise, if the person who wanted to buy the big flashy car had loved his neighbors and family, he might have saved his money for a more reasonable car so he had money to provide for his family.

I don't want to get off to much on the crappy economy. I'm admittedly no economist. I do, however, see a direct link between misery in the world and the amount of love we show forth. Jesus gave us a summary of the law that anyone can follow. We have two tasks in life. 1. Love God. 2. Love each other. I don't have the Bible memorized, but I'm fairly certain that nowhere in the Bible does Jesus tell his followers to just worry about themselves. We are to love one another.

Look at how isolated the world has become. The more we have “networking” technology that improve “communicating” the less we communicate. People send texts rather than actually talking to each other. We walk around with stupid ear buds in our ears all the time rather than actually listening to one another. (Side note: Has anyone read Ray Bradbury's Farenheit 451? The wife is constantly with “the family” meaning her TV and headphones rather than with her husband. Eerily predicted, Mr. Bradbury.) I think this explains the great retreat from religion into self-focused practices. I constantly hear people saying things like, “I don't trust organized religion” and “I'm more spiritual than religious.” Sure religion has been the excuse for a lot of shitty things in the world like the crusades, genocide, and terrorism, but in every single case those people have strayed from the simple message to love one another.

Now, I'm a Christian, so I take the words of Christ very seriously. I have many friends, however, who are not Christians. Even though I have Muslim, Jewish, Buddhist, and atheist friends, they all subscribe to the philosophy that we have to live here together in community. It is our connection to other human beings and the way we live with our fellow man that makes us moral or not. When we love God and love our neighbor we find happiness together.

I was visiting a good friend of mine in the hospital a few days ago, and she said something that really stuck with me. This friend is a lady in her eighties who is an expert on the Bible and in Biblical Jewish history. She pointed out that if you look at the history of the world you will notice an era where the great Greek philosophers were writing. The foundations of Judaism, Islam, and Christianity were being formed (all three, by the way, stem back to Abraham, so we're all brothers). Taoism and Buddhism were beginning. My friend believes that this is when God decided to send himself out into the world, reaching as many people as he could in as many ways as he could so our limited minds could try to grasp his immeasurable greatness. I'm sure many would discount this as pluralism or say it cheapens whatever brand of religion they subscribe to. As my friend put it, “I say a lot of things that people might consider heresy, but I don't care. I'm old and can say what I want.”

As for me, I believe in one God,
the Father, the Almighty
maker of heaven and earth,
of all that is, seen and unseen.
I believe in one Lord, Jesus Christ,
the only Son of God,
eternally begotten of the Father,
God from God, Light from Light,
true God from true God,
begotten, not made,
of one Being with the Father.
Through him all things were made.
For us and for our salvation
he came down from heaven:
by the power of the Holy Spirit
he became incarnate from the Virgin Mary, and was made man.
For our sake he was crucified under Pontius Pilate;
he suffered death and was buried.
On the third day he rose again
in accordance with the Scriptures;
he ascended into heaven
and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead,
and his kingdom will have no end.
I believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, the giver of Life,
who proceeds from the Father and the Son.
With the Father and the Son he is worshiped and glorified.
He has spoken through the Prophets.
I believe in one holy catholic and apostolic Church.
I acknowledge one baptism for the forgiveness of sins.
I look for the resurrection of the dead,
and the life of the world to come. Amen.
And I believe that I am to love everyone. Even when they're assholes.
Dear Heavenly Father, Help me to put up with the people who are going to piss me off today. Amen.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

All Things Bright and Beautiful


So I'm a big old dork. A sentimental weenie, if you will. Last Sunday we celebrated the Feast of St. Francis by blessing the animals. Each family was invited to bring a leashed or caged pet to church and have it blessed by our priest. I was skeptical. For one, I'm not the biggest animal person. I've always had bad luck with pets that bark incessantly, puke all over the house, make me sneeze, and generally make me miserable. That's not to say that I don't love animals. I do. I just like them to belong to someone else. Or better yet, to be living in the wild. Away from me.


I will admit, however, that this last Sunday might have changed that. Just a little.


Before church the air was full of the sounds of animals. Barking. Meowing. Children squealing. I was pretty out of it having spent a late night on Saturday with friends at a wedding. Wine had been flowing, music had been blaring, and much dancing and laughing had occurred. Let it suffice to say that barking and meowing was not helping the situation. I took my place in my favorite pew, and Katherine and I knelt for our pre-church prayer. This week's: Dear Lord, let me stay awake through this service. Then the massive sound of our church's formidable pipe organ began. Katherine was beaming. One of her favorite hymns was playing: All Things Bright and Beautiful.


Then began the procession.


Like every Sunday the cross, held high and shining in the sunlight streaming through the windows, lead the way followed by the acolytes and the choir. But this week's procession kept going and going. Every man, woman, and child who had brought a pet to church processed down the aisle. Schnauzers, chihuahuas, and even a horse-sized dog named Walter were processing right next to the gospel. Two children bearing simple plastic tupperware containers with beta fish were right behind. As this modern-day Noah's ark came down the aisle I couldn't help but smile. I looked around the church, and we all were smiling. And not just smiling. We were jubilant. Every voice was singing at full capacity as we rejoiced in these “creatures great and small”. We were brought together by a common love, knowing that “the Lord God made [us] all”. Before I could help myself I found my voice breaking. It must be because I'm tired. Then I realized that a tear was streaming down my face. Why? I don't even like animals. I especially don't like loud ones after the night of a wild party. But here I was. Surrounded by friends and all of God's creation crying. Perhaps it was the grandeur of the organ. Music can arouse false emotions as every film score composer can tell you. Maybe it was sleep deprivation. Maybe it was a number of things, but I like to think that it was humility and a sense of community. Here we are gathered together to remember a man who preached that all living things are connected through God. We are all one big family. Brother Sun and Sister Moon. Brother Chihuahua and Sister Schnauzer. All things bright and beautiful.