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Showing posts with label religion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label religion. Show all posts

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Lenten Musings


We are considered something of an oddity in Ireland for a variety of reasons but a big one is due to our religion.  Not only do we regularly attend church, we do it out of desire rather than obligation (or at least Allen and the children do, I find it to be a weekly exercise in homesickness).  To add to the curiosity we are Protestant and not only that, we are also Methodist- a lesser known variant. We haven't in any way experienced anything but acceptance- no derision, heckling, discrimination or anything of that sort.  But, we are definitely viewed as being out of the norm.

The thing is that I was listening to an NPR show (you can stream them on-line all over the world!) around the time of the election and they were talking about polling.  The part that stuck out to me was about cultural question biases.  If you poll people in the US asking if they attend church on a weekly basis you got some relatively large percentage 40% 60% (?).  If you asked in Ireland you got about 20%.  However, if you looked at actual attendance rolls you find that the percentage in the US and Ireland are about the same- 20%.  The difference is that in the US attending church on a weekly basis is culturally applauded and in Ireland (and most of Western Europe) it is viewed as something you certainly could do, but wouldn't you rather have a nice lie in and a fry up?

There is obviously a great deal of cultural baggage around religion, especially in Ireland.  Not only does the Church of Ireland/Anglican Church historically have close ties with political and cultural oppression but the Catholic Church hasn't done itself any favors.  In between sex scandals, the Magdalene laundries, child abuse scandals, and generally being less than welcoming to young children (which I really can't understand- if you encourage everyone to be fruitful, you really have to be ready for some crying babies and potty training toddlers) I can understand why the current generation has turned away.

The thing is that it just makes me sad.  If you are a happy atheist, go on with your happy self!  But, it seems like a I encounter rather a lot of people who aren't so much happy.  I've encountered a lot of lost souls; a lot of hopelessness; a lot of confusion and aimlessness.  There seems to have been a throwing of the baby out with the bathwater.

The thing that is so easy to forget but is vital to remember is that:

while the heart of the church, 
any church, whatever divinity floats your boat, 
is divine, 
the hands of the church 
are very much human.  

The human hands of the church in Ireland have managed to completely overshadow the Divine for any number of people.  When I talk to others about why they decided to no longer attend church there is a great deal of discussion about the difficulties of getting children to sit quietly during Mass; a lack of bathrooms at church; the lack of integrity shown by the Priesthood; the lack of need for Divine guidance in knowing how people should treat one another; a frustration with many demands with no return- tangible or intangible, or, worse, a squandering of sacrifices.  I hear about people believing in God but not the church.  I hear about and have experienced a reliance on doing things "the way they have always been" without thought as to what the scriptural or spiritual basis may have been or where it may be leading.  There is an over-reliance on the legal strictures of religious observance without the underlying uplift of Divine Inspiration.  While there is something to be said to finding the Divine within the repetition of the mundane, there is also something to be said for not losing the Divine spark within human constructs.

The thing that I have found most notably missing, especially from my Methodist faith, is the emphasis on social justice and personal revelation.  There is a great deal of discussion in every sermon about what Jesus did 2000 years ago.  There is a fair amount of emphasis on "Jesus loves you" theology with a smattering of how you should love Jesus and the occasional fire and brimstone billboard (usually from the Salvation Army).  There is rarely even a nod as to why.  Why does Jesus love us and why should I care and for that matter, very little concrete discussion about what you should be doing now, right here, with all this love you've been gifted with.

I have come to wonder if this might be the end result of 2 elements somewhat unique to this culture.

First, religious instruction is built into the public school system in Europe and especially in Ireland, where most all schools have a religious affiliation.  This means that there is no Sunday School for children and thus, no Sunday School for adults.  The upshot is that the sermon then becomes something of a Sunday School lesson and those lessons tend to focus on Bible knowledge rather than application of principles.

Second, the state has become the main dispenser of social justice and reform.  While I agree with the general idea and feel that there are areas that are more suited to government action than religious (for instance, I don't think a parent who wishes to stay home with their child should have to work outside the home simply to obtain affordable health insurance.  I am quite comfortable with the trade off of paying more in taxes as a preventative measure.), the church has not been nimble in responding to a changing call.  Instead of adapting to changing social needs and filling the crevices that are always gaping between what society needs and what the government can offer, the churches have simply given up and given over.  Their human hands were flawed.  Their endeavours were tainted.  Instead of giving people a reason to come together to try again based upon those very same Bible verses we spend so much time discussing as history lessons, I hear ministers bemoaning dwindling coffers and empty seats.

The thing that motivates me to remain strong in my Methodist faith is two-fold.  First, I believe that there is a spark of Divine in that which the church undertakes and implements with good faith.  I believe that somehow, my not enough becomes plenty when mixed with the hopes, faith, and offerings of others.  Second, I believe that at the heart of the Methodist faith is the belief that all have the Divine within and with it, a calling and responsibility to fight for the weak.  Methodists are rabble rousers, do-gooders, and trouble makers.  While other faiths do similar work, this is the faith tradition I feel closest to.

I can not speak for other faiths within Europe, but I can say that I have observed a notable lack of discussion about the second half of what I consider a key tennet of my faith.  When more time is spent hunting for Bible verses than learning how to apply them to the very important work you are to do during your very precious time on earth, I can see why people are left wondering what all the fuss is about.

Come together, over Me.


Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Take me down to the little white church...

by Little Big Town- I've been listening to a lot of country since our move.  I think music must be one of those things you hang on to.  Anyway...

Allen was a visiting professor once before at the Arab Academy for Science and Technology.  It was a short course and before we had children.  We lived in a dorm in Alexandria, Egypt for 6 weeks and then traveled around for another week before going home.  It was an interesting experience and we did get a strong taste of Egypt but it was certainly not as immersive an experience as this one.  We were escorted by students or faculty a fair amount of the time and got good advice the rest.  I wore long skirts and head scarves as much as possible off campus to avoid attracting too much attention but no amount of "protective coloring" was going to fool anyone for long.  Assimilation wasn't really an option.  Everything was just too radically different and we didn't have enough time.  

In Ireland, we are largely able to blend in.  Most everything is at least somewhat different to how it is in the US but it's similar enough to be a stretch rather than a cliff.  While I expected us to run into various walls, I hadn't expected the main one to be finding a church.  We really like the church we attend in the US and weren't expecting to find a perfect match here but thought we had sufficiently broad enough expectations to find one without great difficulty.  We were mostly looking for an entry into community and the additional structure going to church on Sunday brings.  I have regularly attended services in the United Methodist, LDS, Baha'i, and Lutheran faiths so it seemed like this shouldn't be all that hard.

The thing I hadn't really thought through was that we are Methodists going to a Catholic country in Europe. While Methodists are ubiquitous in the US, they are a rare breed in Ireland.  It's fairly common for various Protestant denominations to unite here.  The combination of Irish independence and a general severe downturn in church attendance making it rough going.  I've also apparently gotten rather more opinionated about some tenets of my faith since college- notably that children should be able to take communion.  The US branch of the United Methodist Church takes a love all, serve all perspective that I embrace.  You can read more here.  This is apparently at odds with a fair number of Irish Protestant churches.  While I certainly expect different rules in different denominations (i.e. I wouldn't wander into a Catholic church expecting to take the Eucharist) I assumed that Methodists and Presbyterians were pretty much the same the world over.

We finally landed at Abbey Street Methodist.  It is unlike any other church I've attended but somehow seems completely comfortable.  It's an odd mishmash of very traditional and very not.  The sanctuary has plaques memorializing Very Important members from the early 1800s, stained glass, a large cross, and a once grand building.  At a rough estimate, about 75% of the congregation is international.  The praise team features a man who is from the Indian subcontinent who plays harmonica to contemporary Christian songs (something I never thought I'd see) as well as another who plays guitar and interjects heartfelt prayers between and among the verses.  I don't think any of the praise team speaks English as their first language.  Their bravery to not only speak but sing in front of a congregation in a foreign language is impressive.  We regularly have groups from various cultures sing songs in their native language.  Songs and prayers are kept fairly simple and are projected onto a screen at the front.  It is about as far from the clean cut WASP comfort zone as you can get.  But, the battered hymnals, fading grandeur, and warm smiles speak to us and make us feel at home.

Monday, October 15, 2012

peace and the still, small voice

Today I am venturing far afield from pictures of my kids frolicking amongst the ruins.

I am the guest blogger at The Smitten Word writing about hearing Holy Spirit whispers in the din of life with littles.

To quote Suzannah:

At the smitten word, we celebrate grace, dabble in poetry, and write love letters to the broken, beautiful Church. We're passionate about justice and issues affecting women. Mothering,culture, and natural living round out the menu.

I always enjoy spending a little time with her and hope you will, too!  :-)