When faith is hard…

Recently in my community, I have discovered people who call themselves Catholic, who seem to have been brought up with a different belief of what Catholic means. I was raised Catholic.  My family always went to church on Sundays and I still do to this day.  There was a period of time in my 20s when I didn’t go.  But these days I have a family and there are certain beliefs that I learned in the Church that I would like to pass along to my child.

Being Catholic is not always what it is cracked up to be.  Many people look at me and wonder how I can follow a faith with so many men in leadership who have said women aren’t allowed in leadership roles.  However, I’m very aware that if all the women who work to keep the Church going, one day decided to step away, it would completely collapse.  So who really is in leadership?

I have been taught that the Church itself is the people who make it up.  Church means people.  Without the people, there is no church.  How we are those people is dictated by the teachings of Jesus in the New Testament of the Bible.  At least this is how it is for Christians.  A quick history lesson here.  Jesus was Jewish. Those who didn’t believe Jesus was the Son of God stayed Jewish. His followers were Christian.  Catholics figure Jesus asked Peter to lead when he left this world.  Catholics see Peter as the first Pope.  Other Christian religions which traditionally were Protestant, were started when someone disagreed with what the Catholic Church taught and broke off to form their own group; Anglican, Presbyterian, Lutheran, etc. These days many churches start with someone with a Bible and their interpretation.  Even other religions like Islam recognize Jesus, just not as “the savior”.  Some Eastern religions do not like Buddhism.  These faiths look more toward enlightenment vs. salvation.   Tomato, tomahto but we all have our beliefs so I am very much live and let live in this area.  But all of these faiths believe in some greater purpose or goal from this life.

In Christianity, many people don’t always like certain passages of the Bible.  They pick and choose.  However, to grow in any faith there is a similar line of thought.  In Christianity, the main rules are “Love God your father (i.e. God) before all others” and “Love your neighbor as yourself”.

Now some people like to say that this means my God is more important than your God.  I don’t see that written here. It just says, God.  It doesn’t say “my Old Guy with a Beard God”.  It doesn’t describe God.  It merely says love God before all others.  OK, I’ll get back to this in a second.  The second part says “Love your neighbor as yourself”.  It doesn’t say love your neighbor like a parent or a child or even a friend.  But love your neighbor as yourself.  To survive in this world we have to eat, work and hopefully love.  This is what God is, in essence, telling us to do for ourselves and our neighbor.  Would you put a roof over your head or would you choose to live on the street?  Would you feed yourself food out of the garbage?  Would you skip meals when you were hungry?  Would you run around in filthy clothes?  Would you choose to not bathe?

Some say God is this thing that is separate from us.  The guy on a throne with a beard.  I suspect people came to this conclusion long ago because Jesus would refer to his Father.  People at the time of Jesus knew his “father” as Joseph and his mother as Mary.  I suspect that Jesus used the term “father” due to the language of the time and the position of women at the time.  But God, from my teachings, doesn’t have gender.  It is neither male nor female.  It is neither drawn to a particular gender but to all.  From what I have learned growing up, I see God as light.  Light is all colors combined.  This is why I personally believe religion and science can coexist and guide one another.  Science has shown us how a rainbow of colors when brought together is the brightest light.  I believe this applies to us as human beings as well.  When we bring together people who look different, black, white, brown, yellow, red, pink, purple, chartreuse, we have balance and wholeness in our society.  When we limit a society to one color or even one belief we have an imbalance.  We miss the brightness that all together can bring.

God is this light.  God is present when we bring all these colors together.  This is why I see God as light.  A little piece of light we all carry around in each of us.  If we go out and share that light, it gets brighter.  If we try to box it in and limit it, it gets darker.

Now we are still human and we all make mistakes.  We get angry and feel hurt.  We think others are doing something to us or not doing something for us.  When we go to this place we are not treating ourselves as we would want to be treated.  We don’t love ourselves.  We let the darkness grow.  When we reach out though to others, ESPECIALLY those who are different than us, be it by beliefs, color, gender preferences, or even just who they are attracted to, we open ourselves to the light that is God.

Many “Christians” have forgotten the one rule that Jesus said was more important than any of the other Commandments.  They go back and look at the words that limited.  My God, is not a limiting God.  My God gives me the tools to do the best I can in this world.  How I use them is up to me.  I can use them to help or harm.  Expand or limit.  I can use them to raise someone up or keep them down.  But the tools I have been given need to be used to grow.  If they aren’t used for good, then they will not grow well.

It is frustrating to me when on social media I see people who are of the same faith but interpret things differently and often times in limiting ways.  It is hard to see past my own biases.  It is important today though to reach out to those who are different and look for the similarities.  There are always similarities, but I have to be willing to look for them.  Look for the similarities and let go of the rest.  From there, perhaps, we can heal the anger and grow to be more understanding and limitless.  You don’t have to agree, but somedays, you do have to listen.  Listen first.  If you don’t hear what you need, move on.  I will try to embrace this more myself.  Or as Mr. Rogers once said, “Look for the helpers.”  Or as another favorite writer, Anne Lamott, once said, “You can safely assume that you have created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.”

 

 

What is old?

I recently went to my Aunt’s 90th birthday party.  She is 3.5 years younger than my Mom.  Out of her three sisters, my aunt has the most ailments, but the best attitude.  My Aunt doesn’t drive anymore as she is legally blind and deaf in one ear.  My mother is about to give up driving since her vision is finally failing.  She has trouble reading too, but reminds me that it is perfectly legal to drive as long as you can see out of one eye.  I haven’t exactly checked that on Snopes.com yet.

I’m on Quora and a question came up recently that asked is 40 old?  Being 50, I found this rather amusing.  Sure 40 is old, if you are 7.  When you are 50 and you hear people gnashing their teeth about turning 40, you giggle a little.  See while many were off having kids in there 20s and 30s, I didn’t have mine until I was 42.  Not terribly unusual in 2009, but in 1967 when my Mom had me at 42, it was a bit more unusual.  Especially for your first child.

My husband’s parents had him in their early 20s, so he has a much different view on parenting.  He worries about being too old.  I don’t.  When I was younger, I worried about being too young to parent.  The irony that I ended up having a child at the same age as my mother had me is not lost.  I may have married earlier than her, but for various reasons, did not have a child until I was older.

Age is a funny thing.  Society used to look at older being wiser.  The working world seems to avoid embracing older workers.  Perhaps because technology is changing so rapidly and it can be a challenge to keep up.  But what I think gets lost in an age of technology is perspective.  Various people have various perspectives on age.  The young may want things to be fresh and new.  The older may want things to be more reliable and intuitive.  Both have their place.  One does not need to supersede the other.

The funny thing about age is when you are younger, time seems to be eternal.  But as we age it starts to fly.  Our children grow up so quickly.  We don’t feel older and yet those around us who used to be older are suddenly looking much younger.  Doctors especially! Applying to a tech startup when you are over 40 often feels daunting especially if you are trying to keep up with technology.

The one comforting thought though, is that we all age with each passing minute.  Some may have better genes than others that make it look a bit more graceful.  I find that when I eat well and exercise, much as I wish I didn’t have to, I do feel and look better.

Yesterday, while watching the Oscars I saw many different aged celebrities.  I was truly happy to see Frances McDormand won the Oscar.  Here is an actor who has embraced who she is and not try to look 20 years younger all the time.  She speaks her mind and is true to herself and her family.  THAT is how I want to age.  Not wrapped up in Botox or plastic surgery.  I want an actor, male or female who can show emotion on their face.  I want beauty to include wisdom and maybe a line or two.  I look to my Mom and Aunts as inspiration as to aging gracefully and staying who they are each and every step of the way.  Now how can I start a hashtag and a movement for this?