Showing posts with label Faith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Faith. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 23, 2026

I Feel A Little Uncomfortable

A little while back, I attended a service at a Catholic Church. (I'm always vaguely surprised that lightning doesn't strike when I set foot inside, for I am very much a lapsed Catholic. I enjoy the readings and the rituals and the liturgy, and many aspects of the faith; I do not enjoy some of the very terrible history and cruelty and general exclusionary nature of the Church, not to mention the questionable hierarchy and misogyny and hidden abuse and other Issues.) It was a lovely church, with beautiful stained glass and interesting statues. 

One thought, though: why is Our Lord and Savior so... unclothed? How are we supposed to sit in worship with bare-torso-ed Jesus floating above us like that? It's distracting, frankly. He needs a shirt. If I could knit (or even sew), I would make clothes for our Lord.




Thursday, February 17, 2022

In The Lord's Arms

 My father-in-law passed peacefully in the early morning hours yesterday.  

Godspeed, Buelo.

Today's earworm:  In the Lord's Arms (Ben Harper).

Amen.


Wednesday, September 23, 2015

el Papá Francisco

The Pope is visiting the United States. I like this Pope: he seems determined to eschew the aloof trappings of his position, and instead reaches out to the people. He embraces science and even seems to have an open-mindedness about social issues. He appears to work hard to model humility and service and forgiveness and love. Good for him. I wish him well.

As I watch the news coverage, I am struck by the ebullience of the crowds. What a tremendous responsibility and privilege he has, to bring hope and faith to so many all over the world -- yet he handles it beautifully.  He looks just as happy as the people in the crowds, too. It is delightful.

I hope you are able to serve long and well, Pope Francis.

The Pope, waving to the crowds, was found here:
http://www.cnn.com/2015/09/23/politics/pope-francis-washington-visit-updates/

Monday, July 6, 2015

Dalai Birthday

Today is the Dalai Lama's 80th birthday.  Happy day to you, venerable sir, and I hope for many more.

I am just one human being. We are all part of humanity. We are all the same and our future depends on others. Each day I dedicate my body, speech and mind to the welfare of all mother sentient beings. I say my favourite prayer:
        For as long as space endures
        And for as long as living beings remain,
        Until then may I too abide
        To dispel the misery of the world.

- His Holiness the Dalai Lama, July 6, 2015 (quote found here: http://www.dalailama.com/news/post/1294-awakening-compassion-celebrations-of-his-holiness-the-dalai-lamas-80th-birthday)

This festive cake-and-candle picture was found here: http://www.dalailama.com/

Sunday, April 20, 2014

A Day Like Any Other

Once upon a time, Easter was very close to Herself's heart.

Spring and new blossoms
The warm breeze and the fresh earth
Hope and forgiveness
Miracles, wonder and love

She found joy and comfort in the moments of togetherness with her family, and in the messages of the holiday services -- she was reminded of the Good in the world, of the mysteries and the infinite potential of the human spirit, and of the search for what is beyond the ordinary.  She remembered the Love that is present in the here and the now, for which one need only look to find.  It was a renewal of the perpetual quest for the Holy. It was enlivening. Enriching. Beautiful.

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Time has passed, and now even on Easter Sunday, many are occupied with necessary, ordinary events. The family gathering of the day before has dissolved into naught but the photographs and the errant pieces of confetti that remained behind. Easter baskets have quietly disappeared into bedrooms. Family members have dispersed to their own occupations, and Herself is left to her own devices to derive meaning from the holiday.

It is hard.

She supposes, though, that the Quest for the Holy is always a solitary experience.

She'll keep looking.


Friday, April 18, 2014

The Seven Last Words

My history with organized religion is relatively uninteresting; there are a few things in which I have faith, and many things I do not believe or understand. I'm evolving. And although I do not adhere rigorously to any particular text or ritual or church or philosophy, today -- Good Friday -- I do like to take a little bit of time to contemplate the larger meanings of Life and Death. Or Death and Life, as it were.

I went looking for historical information on the last words of Jesus, since I had contradictory information in my head:  was it "it is finished," or "into Your hands I commend my spirit," or some other statement I'd heard during Easter celebrations of years past?  As with all descriptions of historical events, much depends on your source. Interestingly, I found the recitation of the seven last 'words' (statements, really) of Jesus Christ collected into a single document for reflection.  I present them for you in the order in which they appear in the timeline of the crucifixion, as reflected in the various gospels:

“Father, forgive them , for they know not what they do.” Luke 23: 34

“Amen I say to thee, this day thou shalt be with me in paradise.” Luke 23: 43

“Woman, behold thy son.... Behold thy mother.” John 19: 26-27

“My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” Matt 27:46

“I thirst.” John 19:28

“It is finished.” John 19:30

“Father, into Thy hands I commend my spirit. ” Luke 23:46

I thought about parsing each of them individually. Perhaps that is a good theme for a series of posts; I shall need time to contemplate them in turn. I will say that of the seven, I find that the most difficult one is the fourth.  It rolls so many emotions into a single cry:  doubt, fear, loneliness, despair.  This pain of abandonment is an anguish within every human soul that each of us, at one point or another, experiences.

Eloi, Eloi, lama sabacthani?

It rends the heart.  

Yet at the end He understood that He was not forsaken, for He delivered His spirit into God's hands. 

And so, on this Good Friday, my prayer is this:  that at the end (whenever and however our individual ends arrive), we will each understand that -- despite our fallibilities and our doubts, our mistakes and our fears -- we have never been forsaken, and we will be taken up by tender and loving hands.

Amen.  

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Occupying Time on the Interwebs

One of the mildly amusing time-spenders we encounter so often online:  the quiz.  "How extreme is your devotion to pizza?"  "Who Said What: The Pope vs. Lord Voldemort."  "How Many Justin Biebers Could You Take In a Fight?" "What Kind of Pocket Are You?" The possibilities are endless. They are silly, they are nonsensical, and every now and then, they are just a touch serious. 

In honor of Palm Sunday today, Herself took the Buzzfeed quiz titled, "Which Biblical Heroine Are You?

Her results:

Mary, Mother of Jesus

Unfailingly kind and gentle, most people don’t realize your vast inner strength at first. You’re calm and sensible even in the most difficult times and your family and friends rely on you for your support. You’re always there to nudge people in the right direction and offer unconditional love during tough times. You find joy in life’s simple pleasures and the company of loved ones and you can light up a room just by walking into it. Quiet and caring, you make everyone you meet want to be a better person.

That's exactly the kind of person she aspires to be.

This Mother Mary was found all over the internet, 
I'd love to give credit where credit is due, so please do let me know if you know who the artist is. 


Monday, March 11, 2013

Hauntings

We watched a mediocre movie this weekend:  The Woman In Black.  We selected it because we are fond of its main actor, Daniel Radcliffe, for his work in the Harry Potter movies.  Although The Woman In Black was a rather predictable mystery/drama/mild horror film, it was refreshing to see a movie that relied more on suspense than on gore. It was a tiny bit spooky in spots, darkly filmed.  The props department must have thoroughly enjoyed finding and placing all manner of creepy objects on set:  weird dolls and taxidermied monkeys and noisy turn-of-the-century toys abounded.

Without revealing too many spoilers, we'd like to mull over one aspect of the story:  the idea of a spirit haunting a place or a person.  The spirit in The Woman In Black was vengeful; why are spirits so often so?  Is it an assumption that the dead cling to this world, rather than moving on into the next, because of anger, hatred, or a desire for revenge?  Even in movies in which unfinished business is the reason for the spirit's presence -- the spirit wants to ensure that some act is accomplished (see, for example, The Sixth Sense) -- there are frequently undertones of justice or vengeance, and of hostility towards the living.

Is it because we do not know -- and we do fear -- what happens when we pass from this life?  Is it because we would like reassurance that we will still be able to control our destinies and resolve matters in the event that we die before our business in this realm is finished?  Is it because we worry that we will eventually be punished for our mistakes or our cruelties, or worse yet, be subjected to someone else's venom or persecution despite our being blameless?

Offspring the Third had an interesting comment:  he stated that he would haunt the house in order to clean it for Herself.  That was an endearingly thoughtful sentiment.  Herself let him know he did not have to stay as a spirit, but could go beyond to whatever awaited him. She hopes he does.

What would Herself do, if she somehow had a choice between remaining in this world as a spirit, or moving onward?  On the one hand, it would be frustrating and possibly heartbreaking to stay: she would be unable to help those she loves in the manners in which she has been accustomed, and her presence might be frightening, rather than reassuring or comforting.  On the other hand, it would be difficult to leave those she loves behind.

Or would it?  Herself is reminded of an episode from one of her favorite television series, Kung Fu:

Before we wake, we cannot know that what we dreamed does not exist. Before we die, we cannot know that death is not the greatest joy. - Caine

We do not know. We cannot know.

Perhaps (as Herself thinks is most likely) after we pass, our contact with the living will be limited to the written words that we leave behind. She thinks it may be time to review her letters to her loved ones that she keeps with her will.  Do the letters include enough? Will they bring solace? Will they remind her loved ones of the places they have held in her heart? Will the letters encourage them to live their own lives to the fullest, and to not be afraid to embrace love and heartbreak and adventure and all the thousand mysteries of life? Are they already learning -- have they already learned -- to do so?  

She hopes.  

In the face of such uncertainty, the best we can do is to work hard to love, to enjoy, to understand and to forgive while we are here in this realm.  If we live at peace in this world, we may ultimately also rest at peace in the next. 

Picture copyright 2012, 2013 Mediocria Firma. Used with gratitude.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Faith

My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness. 
- His Holiness the Dalai Lama