On religion
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I eluded in my last post that I there has been a point in my life that I changed from being Catholic to being Buddhist. That point has been a long time coming and I want to explain how I came to that point.
When I was getting ready to be confirmed in as a Catholic, the leader of the confirmation class goaded us to ask questions. This lead to long debates over spiritual topics and how church dogma related to modern living. This lead to long Socratic sessions on the role of faith, the church and religion. Most of the answers I got were satisfactory, but a number were not.
This was the same time I was in biology and chemistry, learning the physical nature of the universe and the spiritual and physical did not seem to be able to coexist. This was solidified by when I took physics in my junior year of high school.
I was not happy with a purely scientific view of the world, there are still things that are unexplained and there will always by the larger questions of “Why are we here?” and “What is the meaning of life?”, I was simply not happy with the responses I got to questions regarding the intersection of science, faith, and scientific ethics and morality.
These unsatisfied answers sat and festered. I was not religious in college, I can count on one hand the number of times I attempted to go to church. Emphasis on attempted. The things I did learn in college were continuations of things my parents had taught me. I took a sociology course with Gary Wilson, one of the best professors I had, in which he forced me, through introspection and well chosen reading, to really think about what I believed in. Themes of social justice, a person’s self worth and equality were prevalent. I don’t think this was his intention, but it really pushed me into a place of discomfort with my relationship with my Catholic upbringing.
After graduation, when Esther and I moved to Virginia, we moved in together against the wishes of my parents. It was an economic decision, and after we assured my parents that we intended to get married, they dropped the subject, although I knew it did not sit well with them.
As we picked a date to get married, we tried to go back to church, knowing that a Catholic wedding was the only way both of our parents would be satisfied. We tried five of the seven local churches and I was disappointed in all of them. Fire and brimstone seemed to permeate the ground around the pulpit. Homophobic and chauvinistic messages spewed forth from most of the priests, while the book they read from spoke of loving all of mankind, regardless. This clearly was not the place for me.
But the wedding, oh yes, the wedding had to be Catholic. There was no way around it and as I started to understand that a wedding is not about the people getting married but about the people attending, I knew that I would have to bite the bullet. We found a priest who we thought would help us through the process of getting married, but instead he insulted our choice of venue, grilled us over our living situation and made both of us feel generally uncomfortable. Not our guy. In desperation, a friend of a friend who knew a priest in a town 65 miles away introduced us to the priest who would marry us. Finally, that hurdle was over.
Esther and I were married. But something was missing, not between us, but for me. I was angry a lot of the time. Not at any one thing, but in general, a level of tension filled my life and lead to a few blow ups at home. Eventually I realized that I need to ask the larger questions again, but I need to do them in a framework that didn’t conflict with my inner compass as much. So did was I always do: research.
I looked at every religion, Judaism, Ba’hai, Islam, the varied flavors of Christianity, and the only one that I found that I could really believe in was Buddhism. It seemed to quell the festering questions of my youth and gave me a new outlook on the way I live my life and how I treat those in it. I felt like I had a things to reach for, enlightenment to attain. And even the more esoteric parts of buddhism, like reincarnation fit well with my desire for the natural to be explained by science. Energy is never created or destroyed, merely transferred from one state to another. The total amount of energy in the universe is constant. - The law of conservation of energy
Am I saying that being Catholic made me an angry person? In some instances, yes, but for the larger part, no. I am saying that being Buddhist has given me a framework to deal with my anger more effectively that before. I am more content with what I have, I am okay with my losses. I don’t hold grudges, I am more generous than I ever was before. I have found a sense of equanimity with myself, my relationships and my universe.
My choice has created a weird tension with my family. People has referred to my decision as having “issues”, which I am okay with, although it sounds like I have a rash on a sensitive body part. I would like to talk with people about my “issues”. I found a book which explains Buddhism in the least mystic terms and gave it to my parents, I don’t know if they are reading it. I know my grandparents are probably weirded out. In the end, I guess this post follows the theme of the previous. I am available in multiple ways, including the phone If you need my number, email me first. If you have some lingering weirdness in regards to my choice to be Buddhist, contact me.





