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This call out for stories of one’s ideological life’s journey has flooded my brain with so much material– I may just dedicate my entire blog (katiefindingway.wordpress.com) to this very subject. In an effort to summarize it so far, I fell back to my standby mode of operation: poetry.
I began with the actual first prayer that I said every night before bed for many years, then used that format and changed it for each major religious influence I experienced in my life. I went to Catholic School for 13 years, learned to question it’s authority at a very early age, enjoyed learning about other religions in college, and found a special affinity for the buddhist philosophies including meditation, and I am currently floating through middle age with no religion in particular to offer my kids. But I am certainly not at a loss for beliefs. Thank you for this opportunity to share.
My mother taught me to pray:
I love you
Keep me safe from harm
God bless all my family
Make me a good girl
The Church taught me to fear:
Almighty Jesus, my Savior, who watches me always
Who loves me, but hates my sins
I must keep in line to earn safety from Hell
God blesses all who follow His rules with Heaven
I must confess when I have not been good
In the Name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit, Amen
Human nature taught me to reason:
I don’t really know this Jesus fellow, but
I want to be loved, perhaps
I must keep myself safe, although
I will still seek out blessings, and
I will try to be good
Experience taught me to question:
Is there a God? I have learned the names of many, but I can see none.
How do we love? Good intentions are often confused.
Where can we be safe? There is no place to hide from ourselves.
Who is blessed? We have all been deceived.
What is good? Without darkness, the light cannot be seen.
Why do we say “Amen”? Language becomes meaningless.
Meditation taught me to simply observe:
There is greatness
There is love
There is safety
There is blessing
There is goodness
I taught myself to write a new prayer:
When I love, you love
Our Spirit cannot be harmed
Everything is Blessed
Good work is never done