The Dangerous Post About Religion
Wednesday, February 3, 2010 Politics and religion. I've purposely not written much about either subject. Not my expertise or my schtick. Until now.
Organized religion fascinates me. I'm drawn to rituals and traditions. As a child raised in a small midwestern town, I watched neighbors faithfully attend various churches every Sunday. People streamed like little ducks into the Methodist Church, some the Lutheran, and some to the nondenominational Main Street Christian Church—the church where my family made an occasional appearance [usually on amateur night...Christmas or Easter].
When I was 11, I asked my mother if she believed in God. She said it wasn't important what she believed, what was important was what I believed. She told me all she knew for certain was that there was something deep inside of her—a feeling—that helped her discern the difference between right and wrong. She said some other things too, but she supported me when I wanted to attend church, Mass or synagogue with friends, learn about Campus Crusade for Christ, or join the Fellowship of Christian Athletes. Most of my friends had a tangible family religion. I wanted one too.
I tried. I kind of felt it, but I also faked it. I tried again. I prayed. I meditated. And I felt it—and faked it—again.
Christianity Seemed To Be The New Black
After the birth of our first two sons, Chris and I felt compelled to give them religion. Having been raised in an agnostic household like I was, Chris struggled with me on how to accomplish this. We attended a Unity Church in Kansas City for a brief period. I cried a lot when we went, especially when we sang. Church—corporate worship in general—typically moves me. It was okay, but still not right for us.
While enduring a very difficult and heartbreaking time with one of our young sons, a Christian friend and neighbor encouraged us to attend church with them. Although I'd referred to myself as a Christian since I'd been a child, I REALLY jumped into Christianity with both feet. I read The Good Book many times, as well as the works of Christian apologists, went to bible studies, conferences, and saw Josh McDowell speak. I wanted to understand, know and feel what everyone else seemed to so comfortably embrace.
I was there. I got it. Chris got it. We believed. It made perfect sense, even with the leap of faith that is a part of all religions...at least it made perfect sense most of the time. In hindsight, there was a little bit of faking it, and an abundance of trying and smiling.
No Need To Debate
My goal isn't to change anyone's belief system or disprove a religion. On the contrary, I would never presume to convince anyone of something that I'm not 100% certain of myself. I haven't rejected Christianity in total; I simply can no longer fake...anything. We've met some nice people through the churches we've attended, but I can honestly say that none of those people remained close to us when our church attendance began decreasing. An all-or-nothing approach to social activities and relationships that were rooted in the church began to feel...not right...for us. Not that it's a bad thing, because clearly there are many, many people whose lives revolve around their faith, and it's a positive thing for them. I live in Utah. Remember? I understand.
I tried it on. I wore it until the weight of the fabric became too heavy for me. I unbuttoned a few buttons, shed a few inches from the hem, and finally stepped out of my dress. For me, I could breathe again. Ironically, many of my friends describe that feeling when they step in to their faith. I'm truly tolerant and accepting of the beliefs of others. I don't judge my devout, or non-devout, friends. I suppose because I'm human, I'm prone to a bit of judgment, but my intentions are to understand.
What It Looks Like Now
We don't attend church as regularly as we used to. The boys have a foundation in Christianity, but we were beginning to feel like we were brainwashing them. It was time to back off...for us. Not completely turn the bus around, but slow down. Way down.
When I say I'll pray for you. Know that I will. Usually with Chris and the boys. Without exaggeration, we get on our knees every night as a family, give thanks, pray for the needs of others and for ourselves. We talk to God. Together. I also talk to God when I run, when I do dishes, when I'm walking through the mall.
The new phrase seems to be "reverently agnostic". Maybe that's what I am. I'm not sure. Maybe a quiet, questioning Christian. Maybe a phony, maybe not.
We named one of our sons James, although he doesn't go by James, Jim or Jimmy. James is a short book in the Bible. I've always liked it. Probably because it was short and easy to understand. I'm also a huge fan of James Taylor. What's not to like? Our son's name will forever be a reminder of the beliefs I straddle and struggle to understand.
In this moment, I find myself spiritually fed by this...









Reader Comments (51)
I am at a crossroads in religion right now.
Although I truly like church (the concept, experience)and think it's a good thing, it's easier when it's just God and you.
The Dalia Lama once said, "There is no need for temples, no need for complicated philosophies. My brain and my heart are my temples; my philosophy is kindness.
Two years ago I walked out and have never gone back. Maybe I will some day.
The difficult part is figuring out how we want to handle the kids. One of our sons is more like I was. I can tell he likes the idea of church and having a religion. The other son is the complete opposite. The third is only four and thinks God is a woman. I just don't want to screw them up more than I already have.
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"I struggle with what is the right thing to teach our kids." Me too, Suzy. Me too. You can see my reply to Angie from All Adither...
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Thank you for the comment, and for sharing the Dalia Lama quote. Kindness is key.To: chrisyross@msn.com
I understand why you titled it dangerous. It's a hot topic, but often because the person talking about has an agenda to create an impression in the listener rather than simply expressing a personal belief and being willing to exchange ideas. You were talking about your own personal, sacred beliefs, and you clearly respect others'. You wrote about it beautifully. You made your truth clear. What's inside of your heart is personal and beautiful, and you have a real gift in that you are able to share your heart so eloquently and so poignantly.
I don't believe religion is a substitute for the traits you listed, but I also don't believe it's mutually exclusive of them. I think it's difficult for those people who DO desire the community and direction, guidance or teaching that they perceive any organized religion might provide, in reality, might not provide it for them. Thank you for stopping by, Jane. :)
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You're exactly the kind of person I would LOVE to talk with about this. I don't have many people I can process my feelings with. I've done my homework. I've read, and studied, and compared. "Wish You Well" by David Baldacci has a wonderful character named Louisa. She's the great grandmother to two children she's left to raise after an accident. Her approach to God and Christianity is simple. She lives in Virginia on a farm -- I believe in the Appalachians. You might enjoy it if you haven't already read it.
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Thank you for the supportive comment, Anastasia. I understand never "feeling authentic". I think that was the problem.
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We occasionally ask the Things if they want to go to church and it's a flat no despite the promise of post-liturgical donuts. Some day they'll find something. Maybe even before me.
Peace ...
And for the record, when people like you say they are praying for me, I believe them.
Excellent post . . .
One of the most powerful testimonies I ever heard is from an Australian man named Nick Vujicic who was born with no limbs. Do you know him? If not you must follow this URL to a short YouTube video and check him out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4uG2kSdd-4
I think it's awesome that you have such a strong sense of yourself, and what works for you and your husband. You'll figure out what works best for your kids too, I am sure. Me? I'm not much into religion. My mom was raised in a 'must go to church' family and it backfired. I was never forced to attend, and didn't much want to. I've done the Easter and Christmas services, but don't feel an urge to go any other time. I pray, for others, and my family and myself, sporadically...but I admire you and how you have found a way to embrace what you believe. When I say I'll pray for you - I mean it too...but rather than with my family, together, I just do it then and there...
I've always gone to church every Sunday, did all that was expected of me and I love it. But I also know it's not for everyone, organized religion. There are fake people and those who are just there to look good. In the end it's all between you and God. I enjoyed reading your post. We walk this life always looking for something. It's when we need it most or even just stop looking that we find it. At least that's how it's worked for me. Whatever works best for you and your family, brings peace into your home and hearts do it. Let it come naturally. Shed the dress and make your own.
I grew up faking it and couldn't wait until going to church was up to me. I haven't been in over 20 years. But I saw a billboard the other day with a picture of a coffee cup and it said *Church Caffeinated* I went to their website and they are a non-denominational church with three services on Sunday.
I think I'm going to check it out.
I have what I think is a very close relationship with God and I don't think I need a building to make it better....but I would like to have the kids exposed to something more.
I'm so glad you wrote about this.
The former because I'm woefully ill informed most of the time and get the majority of my "news" from US Weekly. I'm ashamed - but honest.
The latter because I have found myself to be pretty comfortable in my non-church going spirituality. I absolutely believe in...something. But it's complicated and not a "He" (or a "She"). I guess in the end, I believe in pretty much everything that Jesus preached: being kind and second chances and good always being there for you to find it if you look. The fact that I don't believe in immaculate conception or a Church dictating who people can love and marry (when consenting adults are involved of course!) doesn't make me feel any less close to God. I just don't need organized religion - at least not right now.
BUT I grew up in a family exactly like ME. And when I was young I would have given anything to be a normal Catholic family like the other people I knew. So I'm torn about not taking my kids to church. Most likely my husband will just handle this issue by starting to make us all go (even if it's just for the big Sundays). He's a good Catholic, that one. But thank god - for me - he's a Jesuit about it!
Uh oh. You better go. Your husband is S-M-R-T! Seriously. Between the two of you, I'm sure your combined IQ is scaring the you-know-what out of 400. XO
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Thank you, Kevin. I might go to church more with the promise of "post-liturgical donuts". Peace to you, too.
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It's funny how people stereotype and make assumptions about our belief systems based on... I don't know... our language? our humor? our humanness?
We don't miss the small groups. No intervention/change needed. :-)
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Me too! And I'm not kidding. :-)
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Judy - Sounds like we're experiencing similar things. A bottle of wine will definitely provide clarity.
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My mother claims to be a humanist too. And for the record, my Episcopalian friends were always the coolest. xxxx
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Funny, when we started going to church less, the friendships fell away as easily too.
And I am always moved to tears in church, tho no one really notices. (At least I don't think anyone does.)
The more I move about the blogosphere and learn of different religions and beliefs, I cannot but believe a loving heart and a "reverential agnosticism" are a beautiful part of what the universe and our place in it are all about.
Loving intentions to me, is all!
xo
Thank you for this post.
Thank you.
xxx
Thank you for a beautiful comment, Mary.
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I'm sorry I'm late to reply to this one, Jannie. I received it while waiting in a carpool line the other day [via my phone]. I appreciate that you "get it" [being moved in church, the confusion when church friends "fall away"... so ironic]. I don't know where I fall on God's list, and I'm definitely no angel, but I grinned and grinned when I read your words. Hugs, kisses, love and blessings to you.
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I turned away when I was 14 because I didn't buy into the faith by fear paradigm. I didn't know that at the time. Back then I just thought that the other kids in my Sunday School class were laughing at my stuttering.
I've found something new since then and I'm glad. I feel healthier somehow. Like I'm evolving.
Cool post, as always Chris.
Except for the dress part, not being a woman, for me it was a shirt. :^)
" We've met some nice people through the churches we've attended, but I can honestly say that none of those people remained close to us when our church attendance began decreasing. An all-or-nothing approach to social activities and relationships that were rooted in the church began to feel... not right... for us.
I have experienced much the same thing. I think it is that all-or-nothing approach to the church social calendar that made it hard for us to be friends with others when we were in the church, and now makes it hard for those friends to have time with others. Honestly, most of my close friendships when in the church were lived out in the context of planned meetings. Now we just have to plan our own!
So glad that you could find enough room to breath to be able to post this. Thank you for sharing it.