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Friday, December 1, 2023
What if the Transgender Movement is just what our society needs right now?
I identify with my biological sex. My gender identity is the same as my biological sex. That happens to be what's considered normal in the place and time I live. I also come from another culture, which has given me insight into "doing femininity" in a variety of ways. I don't feel constrained by strict gendered stereotypes. It doesn't phase me to have been a tomboy, or to read that my autistic brain is more "masculine". These things don't cause me to question my femaleness nor my femininity. I believe I am feminine enough. I do not do feminine things that make me uncomfortable. Like high heels or waxing body hair.
But there is another aspect of myself that I do not identify with nearly as strongly as seems to be traditionally expected of me: my marital status. I grew up hearing (and resisting) that once married, "two become one" essentially means "both become him". I did not drop my "maiden" name.
In fact, I doubled down and used the opportunity to switch from my father's to my mother's surname. And my husband and I arranged to both hyphenate each other's names. So while I did add his to mine, he likewise added mine to his. What's more, I have never felt comfortable using the social title "Mrs." I simply saw no reason why my marital status should affect any social interaction I have with anyone.
It caused me great anguish every time I was referred to not only by my husband's surname, but by his first name as well. I once pointed this out to a lady who pointed to the "Mrs." on an envelope with what was supposed to be both our names and said "there you are". (I have used "Ms" before and after getting married.)
So maybe this is what it's like to be transgender. Maybe a trans person simply does not put as much weight on their biological sex or level of masculinity/femininity. Maybe a trans person doesn't think their adherence to sex stereotypes or gender roles (or lack thereof) should determine how they interact with the world around them. Maybe their identity is much more basic, more generic, more universally human?
I was once "misgendered" when a boy in my middle school math class called me an "it" on account of my not being particularly stereotypically feminine. I was offended by this, and I assumed everyone would be offended by being referred to by a non-gendered pronoun (like "it" or "they"). But I was assuming everyone identified as strongly with their sex and gender as I do. What if other people experience the world differently from us? What if other people place more or less value on things than we do? What if we're having a mass knee-jerk reaction to the transgender community becoming more vocal and assertive on account of our own insecurities?
I remember discerning where I fell on the same-sex marriage issue before Obama made it legal nation-wide. I listened to the conservative arguments against it, and I simply did not buy it. I did not see how same-sex marriage in any way threatened MY marriage, or heterosexual marriage as an institution. In fact, what I saw as the greatest threat to marriage (of any kind) was two-fold: promiscuity and no-fault divorce.
When gay people started demanding access to the same family rights as straight people, society could've done one of two things. One - it could've redefined their terminology without compromising their values (while they still had them), saying OK, you can marry, but we're holding firm on no sex before/outside of marriage. Or two - it could've resisted kicking and screaming all the way, forcing gay people into generations of extramarital sexual relations on account of having no other socially acceptable alternative outside of celibacy. And to my Catholic and Orthodox Christian friends I say - celibacy is indeed a calling, but certainly not a simple solution to all of life's problems. There is way too much focus on sexuality in our society. From both sides. Too promiscuous on the secular side, and too prudish on the religious side.
At any rate, now that trans people are making similar demands as gay people before them, again society has a chance to respond in one of two ways. One - we can redefine terms and continue on our merry way, holding fast to a continued need for both femininity and masculinity in society, without accusing either of toxicity. Or two - we can resist kicking and screaming all the way, forcing trans people to eventuall erode any gendered expression from public life at all.
Will this happen? I don't know. Could this happen? Why not? If they're going to be told over and over and over again that they do not get to identify as a woman or man because their sex doesn't match their identity, they will do what they need to do to meet their psychological needs. They will go after gendered stereotypes as a whole, eradicating them so that there is no more gendered difference among people, and therefore their personal identities would become a moot point.
I don't know about ya'll, but I for one want to maintain my freedom to embrace certain feminine stereotyped roles, appearances, presentation. I don't want skirts or makeup to become illegal any more than losing the freedom to choose to stay home to raise my children and not have to worry about being drafted into military service.
My being a woman, my being a female, my being feminine.... these are not inherently threatened by biological males wanting to present like me, nor by biological females not wanting to present like me. There are already many women (more so than men due to the homophobic stigma against effeminate men until quite recently) who do not identify as trans and yet would be tricky to pick out of a line up as being female, due to their androgenous or even masculine appearance.
Now, that doesn't mean there aren't certian issues of equality that present a conflict of interest. Women's sports is one thing that comes to mind. Forcing terminology onto people (people with uteruses or ciswomen come to mind). While I may in fact be a person with a uterus, that is not how I identify. To me, my uterus means something. Much like some women's marital status means something more to them than it did to me, and they insist on being referred to as "Mrs." To each their own. I have no problem calling a woman "Mrs." if that's what she wants (I would stop short of ever using a woman's husband's given name to refer to her, though. I just can't.) So if a biological female identifies as a man, I say let him. And then, indeed, this newly expanded definition of "man/him" would in fact mean that new concepts are now possible: menstruating men, pregnant men, lactating men.
Is it comfortable for me? No. You know what it is? It feels like I'm being robbed. These things used to be uniquely woman's territory. Now they aren't anymore. And that's a loss that we have to grieve societely.
Dare I compare this to the integration of Black women into the feminist movement? Or the civil rights movement? Black men had been emasculated by the legacy of slavery and Jim Crow. They were fighting to be Black MEN, to be recognized on an equal footing with white MEN. So for them, to include Black women felt like it was taking away from what they were fighting for. Similarly for white women. White women were trying to establish their equality with white men, who had the right to vote. They wanted to be associated with those who already had privileges and status in society, not with Black women, who had less privileges and status. Both white women and Black men worried about losing their proximity to the desired privileged status of white men, to the detriment of Black women who had to fight both sexism and racism simultaneously.
Are we biological women doing the same thing now to our fellow trans citizens? Are we afraid of losing our proximity to the privileged status that is still associated with white men in a lot of corners of our country? We don't want to share. There's an element of priding ourselves on our "victim" role as the "second sex" (Simone de Beauvoir). Poor us. We are physically weaker, therefore we need our own sports, locker rooms, bathrooms. Woe is us. We are cursed with menstruation and the reproductive burden, so we want special consideration in other areas of life, since we don't get the respect we deserve for our feminine contributions.
What if it will be thanks to trans women that all women finally become truly equal? What if it'll be thanks to trans women that there will be no need to physically separate women from men in locker rooms and bathrooms because there will be sufficient infastructure, technology, and peer pressure to simply treat other people with dignity and respect simply for being human, not because they're "the weaker sex"?
Notice the public debate is not about trans men. No one seems to mind too much that trans men are doing all the same things as trans women. There's an understanding in our society that biological men are still top dog. Therefore, biological men are not threatened by the presence of biological women, and on account of there being a history of women seeking to infiltrate traditional men's spaces (workforce, military, clergy; pants, short hair), trans men in men's spaces isn't met with the same level of resistance as trans women in women's spaces.
Yes, there are precautions that must be in place. There certainly are biological differences that make it problematic for a male body to be in the vicinity of female bodies under certain circumstances. Maybe that second amendment controversy needs to come to the forefront here. What if every woman armed herself with a handgun and training in how to use it? What if then everyone knew that if you try anything in a women's locker room or bathroom, you will find yourself staring down the barrel of all those women's new besties? What if we step up security in all public spaces to ensure sexual assault is not a temptation?
What if biological women were to welcome trans women instead of fearing that they're taking something from us? What if we were to take on the role of showing them the ropes? What if we teach them what it means to be a woman, so they don't just get their information off the internet? What if we use our feminine charm and nurturing to help trans women become better women? What if we take on the role of setting the standards and calling the shots, rather than allowing ourselves to be on the defensive? What if we stand firm in our confidence about what it means to be a woman? What if allowing one other "type" of woman into the fold actually strengthened our "cause"? What if it may not be a bad idea to have women with biologically male bodies "on our side", "on the inside"? What if the emergence of transwomen into communities of women is precisely what will finally even the playing field between the binary sexes in society?
And what if the price we have to pay for that comes in the realm of sports? What if we reenvision sports? What if we stop separating sports by sex and start separating it by weight or size, like in martial arts? What if we have different tiers of runners, say tier A for those who can run up to X speed, and tier B for those who can run above X speed? What if integrating sports between the sexes is what will finally raise women's sports in the consciousness of sports fans everywhere? What if women athletes end up getting paid the same as men because of this integration?
What if the future can be nothing like what we've previously experienced and everything we can possibly imagine? What if it only takes a little bit of labor pains to iron out the details, but if we're just willing to let go of the past and embrace the future, we can all evolve as human beings?
Tuesday, November 28, 2023
What have I lost faith in?
Why would someone who WANTS to believe.... not belive? I have always had religions and spirituality as special interests of mine. It has long confused for me what I "ought" to believe on account of my "salvation", which was based on the idea that Truth with a capital T is found in the literal interpretation of religion, and it's only a matter of me figuring out WHICH religion is the actual, true one. What I finally figured out is that there is SOME truth in all the religions, so if I choose to focus on those truths, I get tunnel vision and start to feel convinced that I ought to convert because "I have found the truth!" But after several of such experiences back and forth, taking into consideration the whole of each religion and realizing that none of them are totally true, I finally became OK with the idea and started to imagine what life would be like if indeed none of the religions were true.
1) So the first reason I've lost my faith (this time around) is that I've given myself permission not to force beliefs onto myself if reason and gut instinct don't let me.
Simultaneously I have been reading up on Taoism and that world view absolutely resonates with me 100% and there are no doubts at all in my mind regarding what the philosophy teaches. I can observe the world for myself and come up with the exact same conclusions as the Tao Te Ching. I don't need faith. I don't need to put my trust in a book, place of worship, nor prophet to arrive at the truth. I can get there directly myself.
2) So the second reason I've lost my faith (this time around) is that I've found an alternative world view that actually makes a lot of sense and with which I am very comfortable and have no lingering doubts about.
In the last couple of years of my spiritual journey, I have tried the usual suggestions of surrounding myself with people of faith and hoping that their faith would rub off on me. I took my family on a church hopping journey to find a church where I felt the people were reverent "enough" for my taste. I sought out spiritual direction and retreat leaders. I sought out Bible studies. None came to fruition. One priest never responded to my inquire about spiritual direction. I met with another twice, but he never followed up with me after I stopped coming without notice. I asked an older friend in the faith to serve as my spiritual mentor, but she discerned that it was not for her to take on such a role. I inquired about doing a Bible study with a new friend and her husband, but after what amounted to a couples date via videochat that must've been a vetting interview, she pushed me to attend her church instead of meeting with us 1:1 to study the Bible together. My husband and I attended for several months a small group of people from one of our previous churches to discuss matters of faith (not a Bible study per se). It ended, a new baby was born, and we stopped meeting. When one of them reached out to us after noticing we weren't at their church anymore, I responded with my honest reasons (which were faith-based), and I never heard from her again.
3) So another reason I have lost my faith (this time around) has been that my efforts to draw closer to God via surrounding myself with faith-filled people has shown me that people either don't really believe what they claim, or they don't think it's important enough to share with me. Maybe they saw my genuine questions and concerns as proof that I was beyond help and they didn't want to waste their evangelism on me. But it showed me that if these people actually represented "the truth", then my efforts would've been welcomed and met with some measure of success.
I also have come to realize that I have a bit of an obsessive personality. I was technically diagnosed with mild OCD, and I personally think (if at all) that it was specifically scrupulosity. As such, I have tried to keep my obsessive compulsions under control by talking myself through the urges to "do" more intense religious stuff.
4) This is another reason that I have lost my faith (this time around); perhaps my "faith" was never actually faith but rather an obsession all along? Or merely an autistic special interest, that could easily be replaced with some other interest that doesn't claim to have my eternal life in its hands.
Turns out that my "loss of faith" is NOT based on any anger I have towards God. I love God. God is awesome. I don't really understand God, which I think is the most authentic and honest commentary on God there is. I'm still trying to figure out what it means to believe in God without religion. There are no neat pre-packaged rules or dogmas that come in tow. It's just that - God is, as God is purported to have said in the Hebrew Bible. We can't know God the way we know another person, and that's OK. God can still be "personified" or talked about "as if" God were a mere person, because God is "supra-personal" - personality is included in God's being, but it is not sufficient to describe God.
I'm certainly not "faithless" due to a recent loss. My dad passed away nearly a year and a half ago. It was sudden and unexpected, but it was also bitter sweet on account of his having been mentally distraught with his quality of life for a long time, along other issues. So I'm grateful that my dad is "in a better place" now.
Speaking of gratitude, I hear that's another reason people lose their faith - they forget to have a gratitude practice. Well, that's not me, either. Every evening during family prayers, we go around thanking God for something we're grateful for. Sometimes we pick a theme. And every morning, I read the prayers I have written both expressing my thanks and interceding for my closest loved ones (another thing often said to be a reason for losing faith - being too focused on self and not enough on others).
So I believe in God. I love God. I'm grateful to God. The only think left that I can think of is forgetting God's prior work in my life. If I take the time to reflect, I remember how God has walked hand-in-hand with me my entire life. I have often said that I lead a charmed life. That's not to say that it's been a life without challenges, or even at times suffering.
God saved me and my mom from carbon monoxide poisoning.
God sent my dad abroad and convinced my mom to join him and bring me.
God safely landed our plane when we were experiencing an emergency.
God protected my father when he'd fall asleep behind the wheel coming home from working overtime.
God did allow my dad's motorcycle accident to result in permanent, irreversible brain damage... but God did save his life. God did return his mobility when doctors thought he'd never walk again. God did give us 23 more years with him after his accident, which opened up countless other life lessons.
God helped me find my husband early in life (at age 20).
God kept me safe in the Army. God kept my husband safe in the Army.
God answered our prayer for children....eventually. Again, the long wait and heartache served to teach priceless life lessons that we can only understand with the gift of hindsight. But the bottom line was: God did bless us with two wonderful children!
God kept my daughter safe in spite of her having an undiagnosed velamentous umbilical cord insertion, and her cord having been wrapped twice around her, bolero style.
God even soothed my anxiety by providing me with an official autism diagnosis that has helped me to better undersand (and therefore) accept myself.
God has been active in my life, as you can see. God is not in question. So what do I mean when I say I feel like I've lost my faith?
I've associated my faith with an organized religion, and it's been difficult to let go of the neat albeit limiting belief system that provided all the answers and prevented me from ever having to do much discernment. It fed into my codependent need for external validation. I didn't know a thing was true or right until I knew others thought so. God has peeled that crutch away from me, forcing me to stand on my own two feet of faith, if you will.
So maybe this lack of faith is actually just another thing to add to my list of things I'm grateful to God for?! Maybe instead of saying "I lack faith", I start saying that I "lack religion". That's not quite right, though, because I'm still a religious person, in that I still attend church and include other Catholic/Orthodox/Christian-generic practices in my spirituality. But I don't have faith in my religion. I don't practice my religion because I believe it's literally true. I practice because it's such an ingrained part of my life. It brings me comfort. That's probably the autism talking. I like knowing just what to expect from a liturgical form of worship and pre-written prayers.
But I actually experience God outside of the context of religion. I experience God in nature, in silence, in solitude. I experience God late at night, with a spiritual book and journal in hand. Or on a retreat where I look around and notice the symbolism of everyday objects and occurrences. Or when I catch myself living in the moment, mindful only of the joy found in the here and now.
So why do I say that I "lack" faith, when clearly it's all around me? It's only a matter of picking it up on a regular basis. I have to make the time to sit still and meditate. I have to make time to go away on retreat. I have to make time to read and journal my thoughts. I have to make time to be in nature in an unhurried way. I have to make time to surround myself with beautiful, uplifting music or poetry. I get a little hint of it at our Byzentine Catholic church. The interior is fantastically beautiful. It's warm and pleasant and I love bathing my sight with the red/brown/gold tones that surround me during liturgy. I love that we sing, even if the singing is superior at the Orthodox church where we go for homeschooling co-op. When I go there, I easily slip into the role of Orthodox Chrisitan woman, even though I'm not. I wear a headscarf like many of the women there. I wholeheartedly perform the metanoias to venerate icons or express physically what the spoken/sung words of our corporal prayer say. Sometimes I get distracted with the disappointing thought: "I wish I believed what they believe". But why?
What difference does it make if we all believe the same things? Shouldn't what matters be that we all value the same things? The same virtues?
Yet even here, I know we diverge at times. I lean conservative, for sure. Which is why I've never been able to feel comfortable in a Unitarian Universalist church or with unprogrammed Quakers, both of whom tend to be quite politically active.... on the left. Yet I can't say that I agree 100% with my conservative Christian friends who disagree about marriage between same-sex couples, or divorce, or birth control. Most recently, transgender issues have arrived on my horizon (the fact that my children were finally at an age where they didn't require as much of my attention as before allowed me to really tune in during the pandemic to the trans grievences and all the issues that came with it). I recoiled because the idea of stepping outside of a gender binary was so completely foreign and thus uncomfortable for me that I sought solace in a community where not only we agreed there were women and men, but we also knew which was which.
But now that I've had three years to process the idea, I'm slowly coming around to the idea and drawing comparisons between identifying with the opposite sex, or with both, or with neither, and my own experience identifying with the "Ms" social title in spite of being a married woman (and thus a "Mrs.") Or with my neither feeling fully Polish nor fully American. Or even - full circle - belonging to any of the religions that I've so desparately tried to fit in with.
Maybe the point is that life isn't as black and white as I thought, and this is what I'm experiencing. This is what I need to mourn - that certainty that used to come from a religious worldview.
Wednesday, September 13, 2023
I am good, and so are you
People usually say that everyone wants to "be happy". I don't think this is exactly right. I think everyone wants inner tranquility, a sense of all being right with the world and within oneself. I think this comes from the subtle recognition of our true nature. Tranquility and inner peace makes me think of stillness, joy, acceptance, awe, beauty, observation, reception, breathing, embracing, free-flowing and unrestrained movement (say, dance), being in a state of flow, living in the moment...
That said, if we want inner tranquility, there must be something that interferes with this when we start to base our sense of self-worth on the validation of others. Sometime in our early childhood development, we must have been taught that to live in that inner tranquility, there are certain pre-conditions that must be met first. Often, these are quite literally the approval of others, especially our parents. We are taught to respond to compliments of our being. If we are told we are "good", it's generally in relation to something we are doing. Therefore, we learn that to be at peace means to be "good", and to be "good", we must do X.
Once that false notion is established and internalized, we start to pursue that external validation as a constant affirmation of our being OK. And of course, it is not other people's job to always affirm us, especially since they're often busy trying to do the same thing for themselves. And so since we're hyper aware of other's responses to us, we notice right away anything that veers even minutely away from 100% validation, and we immediately sound the alarm that something is not right, that we are not "good" (enough), and therefore CANNOT be at peace with ourselves UNLESS and UNTIL we DO something - please someone, change ourselves.
This never-ending cycle feeds on itself and will never be satisfied. The only way out is to get off the looney train. Stop seeking validation outside of oneself, and recognize that I am already perfectly "good" without having to "do" anything special, and without having anyone affirm that for me. I must learn to trust myself. If I tell myself that I am well, then I am well. Nothing else is needed to prove this to myself, and certainly not to others. I can choose to be at peace with myself just as I am, even when others disapprove, because their approval is irrelevant to my inner state, unless of course I delegate my responsibility to maintain my mental and emotional equlibrium to others.
How can someone outside of myself ever truly judge me, though? They will never know the entire thought process that went into my decision-making. They will never have experienced my life's circumstances in the same way that I have. They will never have had the same set of experiences in the first place. No one can ever relate 100% to my lived experience, so how can they truly tell me if I'm "good" or not? Why should I trust them if they offer such a judgment? It's chaos.
We must remember that what we're struggling with, they are too. Why should they be validating us when they ought to be validating themselves? That's what happens - we start validating others, and forget to validate ourselves. And then we fill that void by seeking others to validate us. And then we're resentful of those who don't fully validate us, because we think - we're validing others, why can others validate us? What if we all stop validating each other and start validating ourselves?
Will I make mistakes? Yup. So what? Who taught me that I shouldn't make mistakes? It doesn't matter, because they were wrong. Mistakes are a part of life, just like breathing. There's better and worse ways of breathing (some lead to hyperventilation, some are context-dependent [like holding one's breath under water]), but as long as we're breathing, we're "good". We waste precious potential breaths when we think, "oh, no! I shouldn't have breathed like that! I should've slowed my breathing down a little. That would've calmed me down. I can't believe I did that."
Mistakes are like breaths. If the inopportune one happens, we acknowledge it and focus on the next one. Nothing more, and nothing less. Mistakes are not evidence of our failure as human beings. And while we're at it, successes (as measured by society's standards) are not evidence of our being exceptional human beings.
If something or someone does not help me circle back to this basic realization, I need to distance myself from it or them. If my religion tries to make me focus on my mistakes (sin! confession! hell or purgatory!), then it's not leading me closer to my true nature of oneness with God (which is what even Christian scriptures claim to be the end goal of the Christian life, just via often convoluted wording).
If it's not helping, it's harming, and I'm distancing myself from it.
Sunday, September 3, 2023
Following the Dao of Jesus
What if Christianity is not only not helping me, but is actually causing harm? I'm not talking about abuses by Church authority figures, which is its own ironic evil. I'm talking about the way that Christianity is presented and taught in general; what if THAT is what's causing me harm?
Christianity is based on the premise that I am a victim of original sin. I am sinful without any effort from me. There's nothing I can do about it. I'm doomed. BUT... here's the good news! If I accept Jesus's sacrificial death on the cross as somehow making it all better for me, then and only then can I rest in the Father's love again. I intentionally didn't refer to Jesus's "atoning death" because not all Christian traditions see it as a "ransom". Even in the more .... gentle, shall I say?.... approaches to the purpose of the Cross, nonetheless I NEED it. I cannot escape the horrific torture of the Man I'm supposed to emulate, and even if we don't call it "payment for my sins", the implication is there.
The message is clear - I am inherently not good enough. God went through hell and high water and then some to bring me back, and I owe Him my life. This is not the sort of gratitude that I find a healthy approach to life. It's rather a sort of shame-based relief that the wrath of God passed me by. But there's still a wrathful God in the picture, and supposedly this is the God "of love" Who created me in the first place. It would appear that He did so for His own entertainment, then. And if that's the case, this sort of God doesn't exactly scream "virtue" and "goodness" and "righteousness".
It seems that there's the Father, who is the yang, if you will, of the operation, with justice and the ensuing inevitable doom to humanity. And there's Jesus and the HolySpirit Who are the yin or the merciful aspect of God, with forgiveness and love. Or maybe just Jesus is the yin, and the Holy Spirit is the connection between the two? At any rate, it seems like the Trinity and Christianity as a whole is a sort of personification of what we read about in the Dao De Jing.
But in the Dao De Jing, the focus is not on sin, shame, guilt, wrath, punishment. Rather, the focus is on acceptance, balance, inner tranquility, detachment. The framework is completely different. All the same aspects of reality are still there, but we are not taught to fear any of them. We are not running from anything. Or towards anything, for that matter. We simple are, just like God introduced Himself to Moses when He said His name is "I AM". If we are to be like God, then we, too, are supposed to focus our lives on "just being".
I have known this on some level for a long time, but I've been oscillating between denial and unhealthy attachment. I could not let go of my image of God. In spite of my best efforts, I have been breaking the first commandment by creating a certain idol of God based on what other people have erroneaously told me about Him. God is supposed to be mysterious and beyond definition or description, yet this has never stopped religions from insisting they've got Him figured out anyway, at least to some degree. And I totally fell for it. Their assuredness made me assume they were right just bc they believe they are.
Instead, I am learning to trust myself. I am learning to listen to that still, small voice of God that doesn't need to be filtered through the lens of religion and therefore someone else's experience or interpretation. God will tell me whatever I need to know for this journey. I trust God. I trust God more than I trust Church. I trust God completely. I believe in God in that I believe in God's ability and desire to commune with me directly, to convict me directly of what I need to draw closer to Him, to be more like Him, and therefore to be more like My True Self.
I'm tired of trying to force myself into believing "facts" ABOUT Jesus instead of believing (read: trusting) Jesus based on what He taught. I can't imagine going down in human history merely for my death, and not for my life, my character, my teachings, my efforts. To say that we only needed Jesus on the cross, and not on foot among the people is to objectify Him into a token "source of coattails" that we can ride on into heaven. I don't want to do that anymore. I want to get to know Jesus for His teachings, and through His teachings, and I want to emulate Him based on His teachings.
And I believe Daoism actually does a better job of that than mainstream Christianity.
Friday, August 18, 2023
God is Love, Love is Mercy, Jesus Shows us the Way
So the basic premise of the Christian religion, faith, world-view (you name it) is this: we are inherently "fallen" by nature, thanks to "original sin" of our first parents (the mythical Adam and Eve of the Garden of Eden), and there is nothing we can do to fix our predicament. BUT God nonetheless loves us anyway, and that's why He sent Jesus to endure the justice due for us to be reconciled with Him. THEREFORE, the natural response - and the only acceptable response - is to live from a place of gratitude and follow Jesus, professing Him as our Lord and Savior.
I like the idea of living from a place of gratitude. I like the idea of recognizing our own helplessness in a lot of life's circumstances. I like the idea of God's mercy and forgiveness. But I simply do not accept the original premise of original sin. I do not believe that we come out of the womb already damned because of our sinful nature.
Even Adam and Eve, when God originally created them, must have had some sort of inclination towards turning away from God, this potential had to have been in them or else they never would've acted on it. God put that possibility into the very DNA of human beings! "To err is human" is not a bug; it's a feature! We learn from our mistakes. We take risks, pick ourselves up and try again. We accept dissapointment. We acknowledge our own need for mercy and therefore extend that mercy to others who need it. Or at least, that's the idea. There is nothing shameful about our tendency to stray from time to time! To deny this is to walk down the path of scrupulosity, which I know all too well from first hand experience, and which has the potential of turning into a psychiatric disorder! (Moral OCD, obsessive-compulsive disorder)
Why would God create the first humans in such a way so as to "test" them out, seeing if they love Him, and then when they make the first big mistake by doubting Him (a process of individuation for any adolescent, by the way, so a natural part of growing up), He banishes them from His presence? And then to save face, He incarnates as Jesus in order to make things right, instead of just forgiving them on the spot, or even after kicking them out admitting that was excessively harsh, and let's debrief and see where we went wrong and how to avoid it in the future?
That very first move by God to kick Adam and Eve out of Eden is where the entire Christian premise falls apart for me. I cannot feel shame for my human nature and maintain a healthy psyche, and so I cannot get overly emotional about Jesus's "sacrifice on the cross" because I don't believe that's what it was. His crucifixion was indeed an act of love in that He had the chance to go back on His teaching but He did not. He refused to compromise, knowing full well that it could/would cost Him His life. But He believed that the message He had was important enough to die for, to suffer for. That is still valuable, and that is still a reason to follow Jesus.
It is not, however, a reason to worship Him or confuse the Messanger with God. Nor is it a reason to turn to one of the other monotheistic religions that either ignore Jesus or recognize Him as only a prophet, because no organized religion has been able to stay fully true to Jesus's message, without adding to it the traditions of men, something Jesus actually spoke out against!
Jesus's words alone have the power to transform lives, without all the extra beliefs ABOUT Him. Yes, He said "you believe in God, believe in Me also" (John 14:1). But first of all, notice He differentiates between "God" and "me" here. Second of all, believing "in" Him doesn't mean believing specific things "about" Him. When I believe in someone, that means I trust them. And here Jesus is asking us to trust Him. What does it mean to "believe in God"? Maybe He means the same kind of belief for both Himself and God? But again, He doesn't say "believe that God and I are the same thing" or that "I am God, too". If you believe "in" God, you 1) believe God exists, and 2) trust God. There's nothing else to believe. Everything else we are taught about Jesus has been added by His followers.
And so, back to my original point - if the first premise of Christianity is that we are in need of a savior, I counter that in one of two ways. One - that may be true, but who is to say that this savior is the person of Jesus on the cross? It may actually be Jesus, but the manner in which He saves is through His teaching, and our free will is to obey Him, not to "believe stuff about Him". Or, two - we don't actually need a savior. What we need is a dose of reality, which includes humility - a recognition that we are not God, that we make mistakes, that we need mercy, that we ought to extend mercy to others, that in spite of being imperfect God expects us to try our best anyway, that we have a lot to learn, etc. Our salvation is not a one-and-done event done vicariously on our behalf, but rather a lifetime of forming the habit of turning to God - the literal antedote to what Adam and Eve did when they turned away from God.
We prove our love to God - the original purpose of free will that allowed Adam and Eve to sin - by choosing God over and over and over, by turning to Him in prayer, meditation, mindfulness, contemplation, through acts of service and patient endurance, through small or great sacrifices, and especially through mercy. The one alternative to the idea of Jesus-as-Savior-on-the-Cross is God-as-merciful-right-off-the-bat. That's supposed to be our take-away from that story - what we wish God had done for us - shown mercy - is what we are called to do.
Christian Mystics and ... me?
Contemplative mystic. I don't want to get ahead of myself, but that's the goal. I think I've figured out why I can't otherwise fit into any religious mould. I'm confusing spirituality and religion because I am actually both, but they are not necessarily related.
What I mean is that my religiosity is based on my background, familiarity, personal preferences. Namely, I resonate with the rituals of Catholicism, specifically Eastern Catholicism. Divine liturgy takes me outside of the mundane and provides an easy way to remind myself that there is other-worldliness "out there" (or rather, all around and within).
Even some of the rules or regulations of Catholicism I can appreciate. My autistic brain appreciates the boundaries of clear rules, even if I choose to question where those boundaries ought to be, or how one ought to interpret them. I just need a starting point, but I do need that starting point. For instance, I appreciate the ten commandments to keep me in check and to better gauge if any given action is a good idea.
But interpreting the first or second commandment (depending on whom you ask) to mean I should not perform metanoias in venerating an icon of Chris, for instance, is incorrect in my mind. It's splitting hairs and getting way too far away from the spirit of the law, which is to place God before all else. If performing the physical ritual of bowing to or kissing a representation of the object of my devotion (so long as it is God or one of God's helpers) deepens my desire to do God's will, then that desire actually lived out is my worship. The bowing down/kissing is not the worship, but merely the inclination of my heart towards that worship. It still needs to be followed up with actual worship - in spirit and in truth, or lived out in daily life.
Likewise, religion also centers on certain theological beliefs which I do not necessarily hold or interpret in the same way as "the mainstream" within my tradition. The creed comes to mind. "I believe in one God, the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and earth, of all things visible and invisible." Does this have to mean that I imagine God to be a male parent? Some would say that indeed, God's energy must be masculine in that He is wholly independent of anything else, and that a faminine energy within God would mean some level of dependence on something outside of Himself. Fair enough, but even then, is God "a person"? No, trinitarian Christians say that God is "three persons in one God". That is something with no human analogy. One person holding three roles is probably the closest we could get to it, but it's not really correct because that one person would have to be schizophrenic to really be "like" the Trinitarian God - he'd have to be able to talk to himself from one role to another, to have one of his roles (say, that of son) love himself in another of his roles (say, that of father) and to love so intensely, that a third of his roles would then manifest. See, the analogy starts to run away from us. Point being, God cannot be defined. And the creed precisely tries to do just that.
But where I have the most trouble with the creed is in the larger second section dealing with Jesus.
"And in one Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God" (so far, so good... but before we get too comfortable, the next part continues:)
"the only-begotten, born of the Father before all ages. Light of Light, true God of true God, begotten, not made, one in essence with the Father," In other words, Jesus is NOT like any other human being, and so what we were likely thinking (Jesus is a child of God like I am a child of God) is denied right off the bat, and very vehemently. Not only that, but Jesus is said to preexist his earthly life, again unlike the rest of us.
Unless... the preexistence of Jesus is also a comment on our preexistence as pre-incarnate souls. But of course, that is not the Church's intention, for then Jesus's description ends with: "through Whom all things were made." Now, if we equate ourselves with Jesus, we raise ourselves up to the level of God, and that's a big no-no. The #1 rule of theism, and particularly monotheism, is that we are not God. There's God, and there's us, but we are not one and the same. This is supposed to keep us humble and obedient to God's will. Otherwise, if we're equal to God, we get to make up our own morality.... or do we?
The assumption here is that equating ourselves with God gives rise to polytheism, and that each of us can have individual claims to make mini-universes with our own choice of moral standards. But if we become truly "one" with God, then we take on the mind of God and become indistinguishable from God. Therefore, God's desires become our own desires, not at all in conflict with "the rest of God" if you will.
But then we circle back to the "only-begotten" part above, which ensrues we do not try to identify ourselves with Jesus. Which is ironic, since the very purpose of the Christian life is to "become another Christ", to "be Christ's hands and feet in the world". We actually ARE called to live up to the same identity as belongs to Christ, but I guess the fear is that again, we won't be able to do so in humility.
Continuing with the creed, we recite: "For us and for our salvation, he came down from heaven, and was incarnate from the Holy Spirit and the Virgin Mary, and became man." Most of this statement is not problematic, except that Jesus's very purpose is to somehow "save" us, which of course begs the question - from what? As well as - why in the following manner?: "He was crucified for us under Pontius Pilate, and suffered, and was buried." Circling back to his incarnation from the "Virgin Mary", we have to ask - why did Mary have to be a virgin? Why couldn't Jesus's birth be just as miraculous even if he had maternal siblings? Of course, the answer is that virgin births are a common occurrence in mythologies of larger-than-life personalities. This is basically here to highlight - yet again - the uniqueness of Jesus and his incomparable identity.
Next, we recite that: "He rose on the third day, according to the Scriptures" This is where the rubber hits the road, so to speak. This is a claim that is supposed to be historically verifiable, or at least there ought to be evidence suggesting as much. Apologists say that if this is true, everything else (in the creed) is therefore true. I'm not so sure. We can potentially "proove" that Jesus "was raised" from the dead, but it wouldn't prove if it was by His own power or that of God (the Father, let's say). Furthermore, the Jewish people disagree that Jesus fulfills "the Scriptures" because only some of the prophesies of the Hebrew Bible came true through Jesus, while others did not, and still certain things about Him go contrary to standard Jewish understandings of righteousness. If anything, more modern Christians who already believe in Jesus as Savior have read these associations back into the Scriptures to make the story fit.
We continue: "He ascended into heaven, and is seated at the right hand of the Father, and He is coming again with glory, to judge the living and the dead, and of His kingdom will have no end." This is all of course speculation, so the creed is asking us to believe all of this "because we said so". My question is - how much of the content of the creed is actually helping us follow Jesus? Live according to His teachings? It wasn't until Pope John Paul the Great added the Luminous Mysteries to the Rosary that Catholics started reflecting more systematically on His actual teachings in that devotion. Until then, it was all about who Jesus allegedly was, and what happened to Him, but not so much the actual teachings He wanted us to internalize... the teachings that got him killed in the first place! It was His teachings about how we ought to live that were so dangerous, that He refused to back up on, that He died defending. He knew there was life in His words. He knew He spoke the Truth. And His followers have all but stifled the very Truth He died for in order to elevate Him to Godhood so we can satisfy ourselves by merely "worshipping" Jesus without really doing what He taught.
So yeah, this part of the Creed about Jesus I cannot say I actually believe verbatim the way the Church wants me to believe. The Creed continues about the Holy Spirit:
"And in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, and Creator of Life, Who proceeds from the Father, Together with the Father and the Son He is worshiped and glorified; He spoke through the prophets." Now interestingly, here it is the Holy Spirit (of God) Who is identified as "Creator of Life", even though we usually think of that role as belonging to the Father. But no matter. The fact that He spoke through the prophets begs the question - has the Holy Spirit stopped speaking through prophets? Are we to believe that there are no more prophets being called forth? That's what Muslims claim about Mohammad. The Baha'i claim that about Baha'ullah. Refusing to acknowledge future prophets is a tactic to try to solidify one's claim of control over the faith community. If there's no more prophets, there can be no more insights or changes made. That is contrary to life and nature itself. Life is change. Nature survives on the basis of cyclical change. Of course there needs to be ongoing change, growth... life. And it continues to come from the Holy Spirit.
I believe that it is here that the mystics come in, but so few people are interested in what is said because honestly, mystics mostly just remind people of what's already been established but long forgotten. It's too hard to discern the nuances of the spiritual life. It's much easier to stick with a literal mythology and legalistic framework where we do as we're told and don't have to think too hard about anythin.