Religion/Spirituality/Theology, All Three

“My parents always told me firmly, You’re not spiritual you’re religious!” a friend told me recently. “They would say Stay away from all that fluff.”
I laughed. “What a switch.”
“What’s so funny?” she said.
”Well, the word on the street these days seems to be that it’s bad to be religious and good to be spiritual.”
“Oh right,” she said, “And here I am trying to be both. What exactly is the difference anyway?”

I have no idea really, I thought to myself, but I know there isn’t as much difference and divide as people like to think there is.

My own very shorthand definitions of these categories, including theology as part of a mind/body/spirit trio, are:

Religion is Body, flesh, how you act. It derives from the Latin re + ligare and means to bind back or secure. It has to do with practices—what you do with your body (worship, prayers) when you have the courage and humility to admit there is a power greater than just yourself, a spiritual power embedded in all creation. Religion’s “binding” is not like a corset except in power-hungry minds that seek to oppress and control, but more like a ligament as its derivation suggests. It holds you together and also gives you lots of stretch. Religion gives you structure and community. You worship to say thanks. Then you go out and try to act with as compassion as you can.

Spirituality is soul or spirit within, invisible, how you feel knowing there is a spark of divinity within you and all humanity. Spirituality is a bit fluffy, diffuse and breezy like wind. It’s Spirit, the breath of Love that kindles and fuels compassion in the world. It doesn’t matter how you call it as long as you acknowledge its presence. Most of us know when we’re out of sync with our spirituality. You feel like one of those bumper sticker happenings. Spirituality is like a yogic flow. What you feel, think, say and do are in union.

Theology is Mind, how you think about divinity. It’s study of the Holy, coming to terms with your own reasoned and experienced sense of divinity, God. All of us are theologians, even atheists, so maybe we shouldn’t relegate our personal theological thoughts to the closet or the experts.

Expressing and nurturing deep thoughts and feelings is what a religious/spiritual/theological community at its best does.

Trust 2

Yesterday I posted a poetic prayer by Teillhard de Chardin. It is beautiful and wise to me.

Teillhard de Chardin (1881-1955) was a French Jesuit, scientist and theologian. As a paleontologist, biologist, philosopher and Christian visionary, Teillhard dedicated his life to the idea that the whole cosmos and everything in it was connected, that one heartbeat drove it all. He envisioned a convergence of heart, not mind, through a global information network.

Not far from what contemporary quantum physics is telling us and what Christian biblical theology has implied and often stated in phrases like “All things are one in Christ.” Or the vision of Godde drawing all things into divinity for ultimate wholeness.

Teillhard was a man of faith so he writes as he prays. To me his way of speaking about trust and patience has turns of phrase that were ahead of his time but right on. For example: Trust in Ourselves and the Slow Work of God. Notice the and, a linking word. The relationship of humanity and divinity is intimately connected—enough to be a partnership. Your earthly life in time evolves by a process of grace and circumstances acting on your own good will. It may take a Very long time to get to where most of us think we want to, or must, be—yesterday.

I envision a dance, a waltz like I did once with my dad. We started out clumsy and stepping all over each other’s feet. He was a fine dancer and I had no ballroom grace. He took the lead. I resisted, my control needs in high gear. He wrapped his strong arm tightly around me. I began at last to get the rhythm; our hearts and our feet moved to one beat. The feeling was a mysterious combination of deep peace and thrill. We were one. And, silly bonus, we won the waltz contest.

That’s spirituality—the graceful moment when it all comes together, you are in harmony with everyone and everything, and you are gratefully surprised. It is, as Teillhard says, as if there is more to it than just your will alone.

Going with the flow is a great idea, but you can’t make it happen, but simply be willing for it to happen when you decide to trust rather than push.

My waltz with Dad didn’t take very long but lots of other things have and do. Teillhard suggests we give God the benefit of our doubt, letting God believe he or she is leading—what I did with Dad, only he really was leading.

Trust 1

Patient Trust in Ourselves and The Slow Work of God

Above all, trust in the slow work of God.
We are quite naturally,
impatient in everything to reach the end
without delay.
We should like to skip
the intermediate stages.
We are impatient of being
on the way to something unknown,
something new.
And yet it is the law of all progress
that it is made by passing through
some stages of instability—
And that it may take a Very long time.

And so I think it is with you.
Your ideas mature gradually—
let them grow
let them shape themselves,
without undue haste.
Don’t try to force them on,
as though you could be today
what time (that is to say, grace and
circumstances acting
on your own good will)
will make you tomorrow.

Only God could say what this new spirit
gradually forming within you will be.
Give our Lord the benefit of believing
that his hand is leading you,
and accept the anxiety of
feeling yourself in suspense and incomplete.

Pierre Teillhard de Chardin

Where Are the Stars?

Where are the Stars?

I’ve been missing the stars. Each night I scan the winter sky hoping to see just one. Some nights I do but lately the clouds have taken over quite completely, obscuring the night lights.

All this star-gazing isn’t about any interest in astrology, astronomy, the cosmos, or even romance. I just love the feeling I get, something like awe and an odd safety as if there were a cover, to contain and protect, to boundary chaos.

In Genesis this covering is called firmament (in new translations it's dome) No one really knows what a firmament is, but it is set in place by a Creator to distinguish above from below, to separate heavens from earth. Its creator calls it Sky. Somehow we got the idea that God is in the Sky and we are on the earth just waiting to head for the heavens.

But when I see the stars I feel no separation.

The ancients used to navigate by the stars alone, and the Magi followed a star to find a savior in a troubled world. I’ve followed many a star and sometimes gotten off track. Our culture right now is star-struck, paying undue attention to celebrities as if they could save us.

If I were a magus I would follow a star. I’d travel with curious others, wise ones with capacious hearts. I would travel light and stop three, maybe five times a day to look down, to pray. When the journey seemed too hard I’d stop and rest, eat and talk, sit on the earth and let the heavens go.

This is in fact my life—the life of any Christian, any religious, spiritually attuned, good person who, fueled by the soul’s adrenaline, gazes up to stars but follows only what they illuminate below—perhaps a whimpering infant nestled in a dumpster’s trash and needing care.

Just tonight I saw a star—Venus—next to a quarter moon slice. One.

Prayer Deals

Often the wisdom of a child is compelling, provocative, and downright corrective!

This was in a letter to the editor from Rebecca Goodwin, mother of Michael Goodwin. Michael is six. He wrote to president Obama: "Dear President Obama. Congratulations! Please make no more wars. I will not litter. Sincerely yours, Michael Goodwin."

How simple, direct and beautiful is that! Michael's mother makes a similar point adding that if everyone made a commitment to change one small thoughtless habit, like littering, the whole world could change.

I began to think about what I often think about: How does this wisdom mirrors the love and work of G-d? There are two ideas about covenant in biblical literature. One is a covenant of grant. It is initiated by God, a free gift of grace, an free offer (take advantage of it now) to partner with humanity in the work of healing the world in the work of loving our neighbors, of not doing what we hate to anyone else.

The other covenant idea is a covenant of transaction or mutual promise. It too is initiated by Godde but has some terms. This is sensible, because it adds the idea of commitment to the primary covenant.

For example, we marry for love, to love and be loved. Between the lines of our vows we promise to forgive the pain each one's shortcomings will inevitably inflict on the other and on the relationship we share. That's a covenant of grant and intention, of free giving of love with promises attached to it. Something like "I will not litter."

Michael is growing up. A sign of that is his willingness to be mutual with an authority figure, to take his citizenship seriously in return for the government's willingness to use its power for peace not war.

We make deals in our prayers all the time. It's okay as long as we keep our part of the deal and try to be compassionate and forgiving for Godde who has a much more complicated job and really can't be blamed for citizens who are free but thoughtless, who litter without regard for neighbor or neighborhood, and who aren't as grown up as Michael.

Dear Godde, Please be peace in the hearts of all world leaders. I will not forget to send my prayer thank you notes to you for all the hard spiritual work you do inside stubborn souls. love, Lyn

By the Grace of the Moon

When you want something with all your heart, mind, body and soul the way you're supposed to want God as the bible says, you can become like a teenager who would die to satisfy such a cruel craving. You become crazy; you could be sent to an lunatic asylum as they used to be called you're so obsessed.

Grief will do it, or a fear beyond fear, or addiction, or just plain desire. Feeling like this breaks all the best rules of spirituality. You know the ones about detachment, Ignatian indifference, mindfulness, inner peace, serenity and other good ideas.

I remember years ago when I wanted to be ordained a priest. Chiefly, I wanted to be able to celebrate the Eucharist. It seemed to me to be the right body language enactment for the intimacy with Godde (a Christian feminist spelling that softens and leaves deity open-ended and welcoming) I'd known as a small child and still enjoy. I encountered roadblock after roadblock some of them within myself, some in the Church. I tried to act calm but felt quite lunatic inside. My prayers were like battering rams. I was possessed without an exorcist.

I started worshiping the moon—not as a god, not because I thought there was a magic man in there, not even for its beauty. I loved the moon because it shape-shifted every single day without losing its identity or purpose. Who could do that? Well maybe, just maybe everything changes like the moon. I didn't stop my prayers or my heart's desire. I just sent it to the moon and watched. Slowly the Church and I shape-shifted and grew up together through our midlife crises, not the first or last for the Church but my last for sure.

Years later after I was ordained I heard another moon story about a child of eight whose mother had died. One evening, heart broken with grief inconsolable, the child sat on the back step staring at the moon. Her father came and sat beside her, his heart bursting to help her. He brought his wife's compact with him to show his daughter. He flipped it open so his little girl could see her face. Then he angled the small mirror slightly until it exactly caught the full moon in reflection. The girl stared. Her father then closed the compact on the moon and handed it to his daughter. It's yours, he said.

"My father gave me the moon," she told me.

So I thought had mine.

'dom Ring

When I was a very young child I used to beg my mother to sing " 'dom Ring" to me. It required her best wit and experimentation to connect her array of rehearsals to my request. Finally, we were one. The song I loved and wanted was "My Country 'Tis of Thee," the last words of which are "Let free-dom ring."

Watching yesterdays' concert, the beginning of the inauguration of our next president Barack Obama whom a granddaughter calls "Rock," and hearing my old favorite sung with majesty and dignity, I wept. I do that a lot in my old age. My tears were a mix of hope, relief and fear. I'm vulnerable; we're vulnerable; the whole globe feels wobbly on its axis. And yet . . .

The stated theme of the festivities was "We Are One"—unity. I heard another theme: freedom. Freedom is a hard ethic. Put it together with the desire for unity and you've got a tall order.

To oversimplify, I think freedom and unity can only co-exist, not necessarily cozily, where there is love, mutual (your need is as important as mine) letting-be. You have to care enough about your own freedom to want it for others. To have the same desire is a good start to unity. Then you offer to help others discover and realize freedom in and for themselves. Then you let them help you live your own freedom. And so it goes.

We have learned to love and build ourselves up as a nation. We lost both freedom and unity when we tried to hold onto them by overpowering others in the very name of what we value most. The more we think we are striving to help others achieve freedom and unity on our terms the more freedom and unity we lose ourselves. Paradox,no?

Religious historian Karen Armstrong says with a grin that where there is paradox there is the Holy, or G-d.

Some speak of national shame. We should shrink. But, in classical theological thought shame is the necessary precursor to the positive re-articulation of one's life. Can that be true collectively?

Maybe this nation, long enthralled with its own freedom, progress and self-love, is ready to turn itself inside out for the freedom, progress and self-love of others. Is that enough unity?

Let freedom ring.