Friday, November 21, 2014

The Faith of a Mustard Seed....

He replied, "Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain,'Move from here to there,' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you." NIV



We hear Jesus telling us that if we had faith like a mustard seed we could tell a tree to pull itself up by the roots and move to the sea and it would be done. 

I have often heard preachers and teachers using that verse as a way of berating the disciples, and all of us who feel we don't have enough faith. In fact, I feel so often that most of the religious life I have witnessed is spent reminding us of how we are not enough. We are not good enough, not Christlike enough, not rich enough (for if we were REALLY living in the life we would have treasures untold," we don't have faith enough to even believe in the miracles.

I have thought about this a great deal though and I think there was another parable being told here. In Jesus' description of faith he says: 

Mark 4:31

It is like a mustard seed, which is the smallest of all seeds on earth. NIV

Luke 13:19

"It is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in 

his garden. It grew and became a tree, and the birds perched

 in its branches." NIV


I think Jesus was telling us if we knew ourselves and have 
the faith that a mustard seed has to just be itself, then we 
can all be the incredibly powerful beings as God intended us
to be.

A mustard seed is a small seed, tiny even. And yet the mustard seed,
simply by being true to itself, has the power to grow to be a great 
tree, one that provides shade for livestock, and a living space for all 
kinds of birds and creatures, as well as a food source and  spice for 
many. 


In many parts of the world the mustard plant is considered a weed. 
If one seed takes root and is not caught early, it can grow in the 
middle of a farmer's field and and cause  all kinds of problems 
regarding the leveling of the field, blocking sunlight for growth, 
and ease of plowing and planting crops.

Also, If you have ever has something as tiny as a mustard seed in 
your sandal or shoe,  then you know how irritating a tiny object 
can be until you finally stop  and remove the shoe and take out that
irritating little tiny thing.

Perhaps Jesus was telling us that if we can be like the mustard seed, 
having faith enough to believe in being exactly who we are meant to
be, focused on living a godly and righteous life, doing what we know
to be good and loving everyone around us regardless of if THEY
 believe or act as we do, then like the mustard seed we have the chance
 to grow into the image of God as was intended. 












Thursday, November 20, 2014

A Journey in Faith - A Doubter on the Path to Faith

I am not sure what I believe. I was raised in a "Christian" environment by very flawed humans. (Is there any other kind?) As a child and young adult I suffered a lot of abuse - mentally, emotionally, physically and sexually at the hands of people who called themselves Christian. Some of these people were family members. Some were people in positions of authority in the churches I attended. Needless to say my ability to trust others was reduced to less than nothing.

In most of my adult life I have been a professional musician and performer for my professional career. That career included many jobs being paid to sing in a number of churches of different denominations and even differing faiths. I found the struggles and battles of the people in them to push me further away rather than filling me with a desire to pull closer. Every time someone has a differing idea or interpretation of scripture or of some doctrine they simply break away and start their own group. 

So much of the teachings of the church strike me a fiction, poorly written. Historical research shows that most of the books we call the New Testament were written a hundred years or more after the actual death of christ and were stories handed down from person to person. 

Anyone who has ever worked in an office or group ( or a theatre for that matter) knows the game of  passing a tale from person to person. By the time it comes full circle, it bears little resemblance to the original. Time changes all truths. So it was with the stories of Jesus. They were added to and  embellished to draw attention to the growing religion which at the time ( as it is now) was as much politics as it was faith.


As someone who believes that one has to have an intellectual understanding before one can truly have an emotional one, I believe in knowing what was really said in the books we hold sacred - meaning the Greek and Latin and various original languages as they are really translated, NOT the King James version which was not really a translation at all, but a simplification for the masses. So much of what we call the bible today was compiled by rich white men who were trying to codify and control the masses. Whole scriptures were left out because they challenged the authority of the one (then holy catholic) church. 

I also do not follow the Catholic tradition that the masses need an intermediary (priest) to translate for them and to act as interpreter and to intercede for them with god. Would a creator be "too busy" to deal directly with each of its creations? Faith is a deeply personal thing that each person has to explore and discover for himself or herself. A personal discovery of what one believes holds the universe together, and gives each life purpose, is only achieved by self discovery, NOT by a priest telling you what to believe and how to live. I have never yet met a human being who did not in his deepest psyche know instinctually right from wrong, a good action from a bad one.

 I do not believe in the whole heaven and hell thing, nor in life after  death, a resurrection of this body, or everlasting life. Neither am I able to reconcile myself with the eastern philosophies of reincarnation or karma. 

There is not one shred of evidence that we continue on after this life. Of course it is reassuring to hold on to that belief for so many reasons: Fear of the finality of death, Hope for a chance to do better next time, Wishing that human suffering now will be paid back in the future with bread and gold. but I am a realist enough to think that this life is it. We had best make the most of it while we have it. 

Historical research shows that so much of what we believe as the codified doctrines of the church was taken from other cultural rituals and beliefs (check out the worship of the goddess/ virgin/mother/crone; or of Mithridate the sun god that is buried in the earth every night to rise to save us again each morning; the stories of ancient Egyptian gods like Osiris and Isis - Osiris butchered and dismembered by his "evil" brother, but able to be put back together to rise from the dead; the Pagan cultures of the Celts, and much more... ) The church - in its ever-constant belief that it must grow or die incorporated many of those stories in order to keep new converts involved and slowly wiped out the cultures and faiths that existed before it.

All this being said, recently my husband and I returned to church. Perhaps it is the fact that we are getting older. We wanted a sense of community. He was raised in the anglican/episcopal tradition and so we returned there.  So Here I AM... beginning to reason explore and find for myself what I mean by faith and what it means to life a life based on belief of SOMETHING greater than myself. 

I have no doubt that there is SOMETHING that has ordered life around us as it is. Evolution alone is not a sure enough reason for man to have developed into the state we now wear. (For the record I DO believed that what scientist call evolution is valid. I just see the hand of God in directing how selection of the fittest occurs.)

I know my musings will make some people irate - because I dare to stir up doubt in their own minds and most humans fear change more than they fear death. For that reason comments will NOT be activated.

I am not stating anything here in my blog as fact. I am searching out loud for MY answers to MY life, and MY doubt. But I am reasonably sure that if I have these question with this life-long struggle to reconcile what I've been taught with what I think, then there are sure to be others. If I can open other minds to think for themselves then perhaps I have done something good in the world with the little time I have here...

Create Beauty and Fill the world with LOVE!
Wynn