March 29, 2013: The Word
The Word was brought by Claire:
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Faith to me, has been something Iâve struggled with over the past four years. Itâs both universal and incredibly personal. And up until the summer after my freshman year, it was clear as day to me. I grew up as the youngest daughter of two UCC Sunday school teachers, who had both previously defected from the Catholic Church. Faith and deep thinking went hand-in-hand in my childhood home. It seemed obvious to me that God was everywhere at once, yet still kept tabs on my family and our prayers. That being said, my parents made sure to instill a sense of universality in me. My mom taught me that Jesus was a prophet in Islam and a holy man in Judaism. âGod, Allah, G-d, same difference,â she shrugged. She was even open-minded towards Mormons; my dad still views Mormonism as a cult, but not my mom. âThey do a lot of good service work, and mainstream Protestantism can learn a lot from their youth programs,â she would sigh. I never asked her about Hinduism or Buddhism, but I think she has a similar universal feeling about those religions, too
When I went to Germany for a study-abroad trip the summer after my freshman year, my class took a trip to Berlin. On the way, we stopped at the Bergen-Belsen Nazi work camp. Although I had read numerous books about the atrocities of the Holocaust, and Iâd lived through 9-11, Katrina, and the tsunamis in 2004, nothing prepared me for what I experienced there. The tour guide at the memorial site stopped us at a concrete slab that looked like a foundation. It was, in fact, the foundation of a brothel for the officers and Kapos, with the women being provided from other camps. I looked at the slab and told myself, âA loving God would not let this happen.â
I spent the next few months spiritually angry, yet certain that there could not be a God. But as I thought about it more and more, delved deeper into my beliefs and disbeliefs, I realized that life and reality was not as cut and dry to me as âGodâ or âNo God.â My beliefs now are still universal in nature. Thereâs more than one way to connect with the âan sich,â or great unknown thing. Instead of believing in the big guy up in the sky, I believe in the goodness and spirituality inherent in humankind, and I believe that some phenomenon canât be explained away. I believe in the power of prayer, and the power of love.
Do my new beliefs invalidate my previous ones? Not at all. At each point in my life, I threw myself into my faithâIâm not good at being agnostic. They were, and are real to me. Who am I to try pinpoint reality and force it onto others, anyway? Â Now, I do have a problem with people forcing their beliefs on others, but thatâs another sack of fish.
Well, this is probably my last Word, so Iâll wrap up. Iâm so grateful to have found a group where spiritual growth and discovery is encouraged, and where people of all beliefs can feel at least acknowledged, if not comfortable. As Yann Martel wrote, âIf you stumble about believability, what are you living for? Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?â













