Sometimes it’s really hard to find a niche.
I often find it tricky to come to terms with absolute certainty.
I can relate to someone who is absolutely sure that their faith is true no more than I can relate to someone who is 100% sure that faith is completely bunk.
See, I was perfectly happy being an atheist until I had a vivid dream that came true the next day. This planted the seeds of the idea of the niggle that maybe the world that we see around us isn’t all that there is.
Hello, not an athiest any longer.
But then, I can go along to church all year until I get to Easter when I go; um, raised from the dead? It’s too much of a stretch for me to believe that that really happened. I KNOW that it could have happened but I find it really hard to come to terms with.
(Easter is such a bummer for me this year. It’s my first vegan Easter, so no Cadbury’s creme eggs, and no resurrection either. I may as well just bloody well go to work.)
It’s when I feel that I’m being asked to believe the big stuff that it all crumples a bit. It’s also when I step back and thing, hang on, is Christianity the thing for me? As far as I’ve been able to ascertain, resurrection and that whole shebang are kind of fundamental to the whole idea of Christianity. You believe that or it doesn’t make sense.
So that’s a bit of an issue, obviously.
So why Christianity? Why is this the faith tradition that I am pulled to? Or, another question could be; why organised religion at all? I know I had a go at ‘spirituality’ recently * but it’s more the ‘manifesting your destiny’ type thing that I just can’t stand. There’s lts of good stuff in the whole ‘spirituality’ arena.
I read recently that the Dalai Lama said something along the lines of it being a mistake for people to try and move away from the faith that is dominant within their own culture. I suppose that, even if we haven’t been raised within a particular religion, we have still picked up bits of it by osmosis.
I feel comfortable with Christianity. The more I read of Progressive Christianity the more that I realise that it’s probably the thing for me. Mind you, at this stage, I’m just happy to have a ‘thing’ at all.
So, to clarify, I won’t be going to church on Easter Sunday. Not really because of the fact that the resurrection just sounds like a fairy story to me, because I’m learning to live with the incongruence of some of these beliefs. It’s more to do with the fact that my children will be collecting 600 Easter eggs (each) and someone has to try and maintain control. Doctor Who starts again on Sunday night, and if they all go into chocolate comas then we can’t watch it as the little Whovian Family Team that I’ve worked so hard to develop.
* ‘having a go’ is Australian vernacular for criticising or attacking something.