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September 22nd, 2011

I was hoping to go to bed. I was attempting to be ignorant of news and world events. The area I live in had just been through a 100 year flood, the second time in five years. I was happy to be ignorant.  Unfortunately, I turned on CNN or MSNBC or some other 24 hour news channel. I was seeing that there had been a delay in an execution in Georgia.

 

Since I had a board of education meeting that evening, it was well past 8 pm when I turned on the television. The execution was originally scheduled for 7 pm ET. There was not a stay of the execution. The state was delaying it so, if it so chose, the Supreme Court could order a stay.

 

Why did this particular event, to take place in Georgia, catch my attention? News was saying that many, seven to be exact, of the witnesses that had original testified that Troy Davis had murdered an off-duty police officer had recanted their testimonies. Davis had been on Georgia’s death row for over a decade. Four hours after the originally scheduled time, the state of Georgia did execute Troy Davis.

 

My problem is why. If there is some doubt that the original trial was not valid, why execute a man?  Are we God? Can we take a life? I know many who would quote the Old Testament in saying an eye for an eye. Unfortunately, I believe in a God that gives second, third and fourth chances. I believe in a God that forgives, even when we mere humans cannot. It is not society’s job to act as God and take a life. There is no way to justify killing someone.

 

I probably would have let this execution, along with others that happened last week, go without any notice. Then I read a blog piece by Alex at Late Enough. We should all voice our concerns, if we have them, over a government that thinks killing a person – a member of its society – is the way to curtail murders.


A Love List to My Life

Between Kelly Diels‘s Operation Secret Valentine, Momalom‘s Love It Up Challenge, a post on How to Write a Love List at Em and Lo‘s and Big Little Wolf‘s suggestions for celebrating V Day on a budget, I am again thinking about love and today about my life.  So, here is my love list to my life.

  • I love the mounds of laundry – both dirty and clean – as they mean we have clothing to wear.
  • I love my kitchen sink full of dishes I should wash as it means we have had food to eat.
  • I love the snow outside as it makes the sunlight look twice as bright.
  • I love running in the cold as it makes me feel alive – actually, any running makes me feel alive.
  • I love that #5 took classwork with him to the conference championships.  He is finally becoming a student.
  • I love that #6 is taking the reigns in what he thinks he wants to do later in life.
  • I love a particular good friend as I know life is not easy but this friend is making the best of it.
  • I love that #3 has a great feeling about her Teach for America interview that was on Monday.
  • I love that #1′s car only needs a new water pump as it could be much worse.
  • I love that I got to see #2 yesterday, even if just briefly.
  • I love that #4 is all set to move after she graduates this spring and is continuing her education.
  • I love my family – regardless of how much I complain about them.
  • I love God – as He has made this life so possible.
  • I love my life.  The ups and downs are annoying but without the valleys, the heights would not seem high.

God Is A …

Man?  Woman?  Being?  I was wondering around the blogosphere when I came across Ronna Detrick’s entry entitled “Do You Remember When God Was A Woman?”

I thought long and hard as I was reading both the entry and its accompanying comments.  You see, I am a catechist.  I have completed the Basic Catechetical Certification courses required by my diocese to be certified to teach religious education, to be a certified catechist.

I mention this because I vividly recall an exercise in one of the classes where we had to write down descriptive words that came to our mind when thinking of God.  Now, God was the Father so that was what people thought of.  Yet, there were those in attendance, myself included, who wrote words that were more of a mother nature than of a father nature.  Words such as nurturing, caring, mothering that should apply to either sex but that in this case, people felt was odd in applying it to a male higher being.

I was offended by that thought.  I was offended that God could not have a nurturing female side.  Mother Nature is worshiped by many.  She does good for us all.  Why is it that God has to be seen as male?

Being Roman Catholic, this is not always a good topic for me to bring up.  Granted, I am a convert and was never Roman Catholic prior to Vatican II.  Even if I had been, I would have been so young I doubt I would remember pre-Vatican II.  I definitely do not remember it, though, as I became a Roman Catholic 27 years ago this Easter season.

I have ideas and beliefs that I had prior to becoming a Roman Catholic.  I did not give those up.  I attempted, and in many cases succeeded, in merging my two divergent views.  The image of God as male, though, is not one that I have had much success with changing.  Many cradle Catholics think I am crazy when I describe a God that has more female characteristics than male characteristics.

The Church has attempted to become less sexist.  Traditional hymns have had minor word changes.  I find this annoying.  I also find this just cosmetic.  Some of the hymns that have had changes made are centuries old.  When they were written, man was king literally.  The wording reflects those days, those times.

As I look back at some of the questions Ronna posed at the end of her entry, I truthfully believe that God being male, female or non-sexed doesn’t matter to me in the long run.  I know that there is an all-knowing, omnipresent being who loves and nurtures us as we live our very human lives.


The Feast of the Epiphany

Today is the Feast of the Epiphany.  It is a celebration of the presentation of the baby Jesus to the Magi.  When I was listening to Deacon George discuss the Magi, I got to thinking.  Sometimes when I think, it is dangerous.

Deacon George, to paraphrase his homily this morning, discussed where the three Magi came from and how disappointed each was for their own reasons.  One Magi came from Persia.  Persia’s religion was a worship of dark and light at that time.  He was looking for a new light for the world and did not think the baby he saw could provide it.  One Magi came from Greece and was looking for a divine, part human, part God figure.  In Greece, there were many Gods who “ruled” over many different areas.  He did not think the tiny baby could be this divine being, either.  The third Magi came from India.  India was full of poverty and suffering.  He wanted a new King who could end suffering.  He did not think the baby was that person.

As I listened my thoughts went to a blog entry from Steve on how we perceive our lives. The Magi were Interpretivists.  They each perceived the baby that they had come to worship through the lens of their own worlds and lives.

We now look back on those times and know that Jesus was just what the world needed.  He took the suffering of the world upon himself.  The Magi from India would be proud.  He was Divine, both human and God.  He would have made the Magi from Greece happy.  He was Light for the world and still is.  The Magi from Persia would be happy.

Do you celebrate the Epiphany?


Religion – Organized or Not?

I can tell when I have not been to church in a while.  It is not because I have not had my conversations with God.  It is just a feeling.  I knew, when reading my friend Steve’s blog, that I could not just comment.  It would be much more than a passing comment.  Below are my thoughts.  In my mind, even though it is organized religion, church is so much more.

 

Going to Mass – yes, I am Catholic; no, I am not a cradle Catholic – is community for me.  I see people at my church that I may or may not see in other parts of my life.  I know these people, regardless of it being 4:30 PM on Saturday or 8:30 AM or 11 AM on Sunday.  I miss these people when I do not see them.  Consequently, I know when I have missed church for a few weeks and I know I have to get back there.

 

This has not always been the case.  First, I made my choice to become a Catholic at 21.  I was brought up in a “different” church but not one that is all that different.  I fought with religion – not with God but with religion – as a teenager and a college student before finding a place that felt like home to me.

 

As a young child, my grandparents, with whom I lived from age five, took me to church every Sunday.  After my grandfather died of a heart attack when I was eight, my grandmother continued to take my sister and I to church.  We went to the church down at the end of the street.  It is an old Episcopal church and I loved it.  I sang in the choir.  I was confirmed at age 12 – do children that young really understand confirming their faith?

 

St Paul's, Owego, NY

 

I have vivid memories of midnight services on Christmas Eve, of seeing who could get further down the street with their lit candle.  I have vivid memories of the bells chiming – a person climbed the ladder every day – at 5 PM daily.  The church building holds memories for me but I am  not sure the people hold the memories that my current church family does, at least not all the people.

 

I went away to college in the Adirondacks.  It was near impossible to get to church as the college was about 13 miles from anywhere.  I did have some friends that went “into town” to church on Sundays.  I did not follow.  I started worshiping on campus.  Occasionally, it would be a service that was led by a minister but more times than not, I would walk in the woods and talk to God.

 

To this day, I frequently think this was the most spiritual time of my life.  I talked with God while enjoying His creations.  I talked to God all the time.  I didn’t think about going somewhere to do it.  I look upon it as being an infant in my true faith and with infancy come innocence.  My talks were intimate and innocent.

 

When I transferred to West Virginia University, I tried going to the local Episcopal church.  I felt uncomfortable.  I did like having prayer, the kind most all of us think of when the word is said, to fall back on.  When stress hits, I will find myself, to this day, going to formal prayer as opposed to my intimate talks.  The reason – they are there and they are rote.  I don’t need to think or add more stress to say them.

 

I went to several churches in Morgantown before going to the Catholic church that served the university community.  I could not believe I had not stumbled in there before.  I felt like I had come home.  I felt comfortable.  I felt at home.  I felt like I should be there.

 

Shortly after that, I began an RCIA program – Rite of Christian Intiation for Adults.  I became a Catholic in 1983.  To this day, I love being Catholic.  Does that mean I think everyone should be?  No.  Does that mean I think I have to be in church to talk to God?  No.  Does that mean – oh, here it comes! – I believe in all that every Catholic believes in?  Yes, but no.

 

I talk to God about my faults and sins.  I do not do it through a priest.  Intimate discussions like that are best for the two people involved.  I may do it while getting ready for bed or when I am out doing yard work or while I run but I do it.

 

Religion, in its organized state, is not for everyone.  Religion is not always about God, a Creator but it should be.  Church is more than a building but not the only place God is as He is everywhere.  We should all realize that as each of us is an individual, each of us will worship, thank and praise God, Yahweh, the Creator in our own way.

 


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