I have five Newman-free hours to write so bear with me. To set the mood, I’ve got “Easy Listening” on cable Channel 939 and an aromatherapy candle burning. Wouldn’t it be nice if I just took off and went for a massage at a day spa instead? But I’d love to spur a debate or just give you the ‘how I see it’ point of view, and some insight into the road I’m on.
Religion. A way of life, not a noun but a verb in my book.
I grew up in a strict Catholic all-girl school run by french nuns. Long rosary beads you could hear when they were coming down the hall. Church services were in Latin, every Wednesday and Benediction in the afternoon. Religion as a lesson and it’s teachings was dogma. Never ever questioned the whys and wherefores. It was 100% input, no debate, no output. Black and white and no shades of grey. And then one day, the 2nd Vatican Ecumenical Council was called. I was older by then but I kept my thinking inside my head. Some holidays were removed from the calendar and St. Christopher ceased to exist. (Red Flag). Some Holy Week rites (like fasting and abstinence) were made more lenient. You could eat meat and say three Hail Mary’s instead. What happened to the ones who didn’t follow the rules before? Do they get to go to heaven now? That, too, remained in my mind until many years later.
In all my years in this one school, there was heaven, hell, and purgatory. I knew I didn’t want hell. I was fine with purgatory. And heaven? That would be awesome.
I went to church every week. Mindless church. Confession for my sins gave me a clean bill of health. Like going to the doctor getting a clear pap smear. On the day of my first Confession (I was 7), I was so scared to confess that I stole a comic book and I told a lie. I can still smell the confessional. I stuck my tongue out at the priest before he opened the little window and said “Yes, my child”..and I proceeded to say “Bless me Father, for I have sinned”
Backtracking a bit..I had a grandfather I revered. I put him on a pedestal until after my grandmother died. I quickly learned that my grandfather had two other families besides the one I knew. (Red Flag). All of a sudden he was human. Prone to sin like we all were.
My children were raised Catholic too. Not dogma. Just Sunday school and until they were confirmed..at which time, I thought I was done with my parental duties to the church. They were motions I felt were my obligations. I don’t regret it. They formed the basic goodness of my children.
Then I divorced. And I searched, not religiously..but for life. I questioned many things and I dared to live. Life was short. I had lost my sister and father within a year. And then I met my (now) husband. And his family. His Lutheran minister father and his adorably sweet mother.
And my way of living, loving and laughing changed.
The family I married into deserves it’s own separate post, but here’s an idea of the life they lead.
My hubby is 3rd from the top ☺
I was no longer a ‘Catholic’ but a Christian by way of loving and caring. For the most part, the basics of my early childhood religious learning stayed with me. “Love they neighbor”. The rituals took a back seat but not completely. I make mistakes and am a sinner, but I ask God’s forgiveness as I pray each night.
Peace, love and understanding.
I believe in hell – the absence of light – turmoil and darkness. I don’t want my soul to be forever wanting. I envision hell for hard ass criminals and unscrupulous lawyers. Maybe Bernie Madoff. The likes of them.
I’m still fine with Purgatory.
I’m an imperfect human being. I don’t preach. My way of live is private and my actions speak of how I live, how I laugh and how I love. My mind is always open to learning. But no more dogma. Explain it to me over lunch.
After all, I haven’t closed the chapters in my book. Am I making sense?