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I know y'all probably don't care one wick about this, but I came to a revelation today that's been a long time coming for me. It's hard for my friends and family to understand what I've been going through as far as religion goes and I wanted to share in my joy with someone. I know from reading the posts here that many of y'all feel the same way I do; or have gone through something similar! So I hope SOMEONE will read the entire thing and comment!! :-)
I think the time has come for me to leave organized religion.
My entire family is Catholic. I knew the Catholic Church was not the church for me even when I was 8-years-old. After months of studying and preparation, I donned what looked to me like a miniature wedding dress and took my first communion. My PSR teacher told us of the positive feeling that should fill us when we took the bread. Yet upon receiving the sacred host and wine, I felt nothing. I expected that I would feel something--at the very least disappointment because it didn‘t live up to the hype. Instead, I looked around the church and realized that it wasn’t my spiritual home.
Of course, my eight-year-old mind didn’t quite grasp what I knew in my soul right then … as time went on I realized I didn't believe what the Catholic Church taught and I couldn't morally stand for some of the things it preached. But it was years before I began to explore other religious traditions and slowly form my own beliefs. It was during this exploration that I first came to know Judaism and began the road to conversion. For the first time, I felt connected to a higher power--God. Not only in a childlike, doe-eyed relationship, but in a mature, loving-yet-questioning one. And for awhile I prayed. I prayed everyday not because I was asking for some trivial thing like a car or even something serious like a cure for my Nana’s knees. I did it because I when I read the Shema, I felt connected to something larger than myself. I felt connected to God. And I felt that it was something I could do for the rest of my life.
This is what I believe: I believe that somewhere out in the great cosmic expanse, there is a loving spirit who had some hand in the creation of this Earth. I believe that this spirit is not corporeal; some giant old man in the sky. I don’t believe the spirit meddles in our day-to-day affairs, chooses favorites, or picks people to die. I believe that we all have control over out fate. The most precious gift our creator gave us was free will. I do believe that it looks after us and loves us, though. It weeps with humanity when events such has Rwanda and the Holocaust happen. It rejoices when peace happens between nations.
I don’t believe that a Messiah has come, or that there definitely will be one someday. But I do see the benevolence of the spirit literally in the face of almost every human being; in the trees; in the animals of the Earth; in the sky. When we die, we might go and join it; or we might just go to sleep. Neither possibility seems implausible or terrifying to me. I don’t believe that if there is an afterlife, eternal damnation could be a part of it. No matter what we do, if that spirit loves us all equally, how could it punish us forever? Truly bad, irredeemable people; like a Hitler, are simply faced with separation from that spirit for eternity. So far, this does not contradict with anything Judaism teaches.
Then something happened to my sister. She's alright now, but for a little while my family thought she wouldn't be with us anymore. What happened to her didn’t conflict with my beliefs. But after it happened, I prayed. I prayed with a fervor that I hadn’t felt since I began praying because I felt the need to connect to God. Yet I felt the same nothingness that I felt at eight. And it made me sad. Not because I spent so much time and money on things related to Judaism … but that I was lost again. I know that after years of searching for a religion, that I’m not ever going to find a religion that gives rise in me a passion that it invokes in people like a priest or even my religious friends ... Who are happy and content to go to church/synagogue/mosque, etc ...
Obviously, my faith in Judaism either wasn’t as strong as I thought or it was never there at all. I’m beginning to believe it was the latter. I don’t think that when I began to convert to Judaism and to pray in it and was so happy with it that my feelings weren’t genuine. It was just that I was looking for something before I knew what I wanted or needed. My religious beliefs haven‘t necessarily changed in the past few years, but what I need has.
Of course, I’m not talking about founding my own religion or writing my own gospels or some silly thing like that. I’m just talking about a multi-faceted, open, agnostic way of approaching my spirituality. If I acknowledge and or praise the spirit I feel in my own way, how can that be a bad thing? Right now, if I’m anything, I’m probably a Unitarian Universalist … so things have gone full-circle. Almost immediately after leaving Christianity, I thought UU-ism was for me, but after awhile, I wanted something more; something with a stronger and older community. But now I realize, why do I need that? Why do I need specific and ancient rituals? Isn’t my faith enough? Aren’t my beliefs strong enough to stand on their own?
Thank you for reading this far ... I hope someone else can relate!
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