Raised to Believe

I’ve spent a lot of time, in this last week, reading back over my old posts, searching for something that I’ve been told is there.  I scan through the words, and I remember the feelings behind them.  I pause, occasionally, to wince at the occasional typo that snuck its way in, but I do not linger to make corrections, because that’s not what I’m looking for.

I’m looking for ‘hate’.

I was told recently, by someone close to me, that the point of last week’s post had been lost, buried in my hate for the dominant religions, and in particular, for Christianity.

The accusation shook me, because this blog has been, for me, a labor of love.

There is no room for hate here, and looking back over my past writing, I cannot find any.

Oh, sometimes I am angry, but anger does not equal hate.  Hate is unreasoning, born for its own sake, and feeding upon itself.  Anger, particularly that which is born from injustice or cruelty, can rise up to shake the pillars of society.  Anger gave us a free nation devoted to the prospect of liberty for all.  And when we found that the promise of that nation had faltered, anger gave us women’s suffrage and the civil rights movement.

I was raised to believe that one should be angry when presented with injustice, cruelty or bigotry.

I was also raised to believe that we should examine all those things which are claimed to be truth, with a critical eye.  I’ve turned that criticism upon the dominate faiths, upon Atheism, and upon those within the Pagan and Polytheist movement, whenever I have felt the need.  I will continue to do so.

Faith and belief need testing — otherwise they are mere trinkets we carry along with us from childhood.

I was raised to believe many things.

Some of those I have kept.

Others I have abandoned along the way because they had no value to me.

I have been told that disparaging the things that people were raised to believe is hurtful and insulting.  And maybe that’s true, but I’m far more concerned with the things we choose to believe than the things handed down to us from our parents.

Our parents are flawed creatures, just as their parents were, just as we will be in turn.

We are not some isolated tribe, holding on to a knowledge that will vanish forever, if we do not pass it on to the dwindling generations to follow.  Those days have passed, perhaps never to return, and we find ourselves in an open land where the beliefs and assumptions of the previous generations can be tested, and when found lacking, set aside in favor of new traditions.

For some, that is a sorrowful reality.  For others, it represents an opportunity to grow beyond the seemingly arbitrary limitations society would set upon them.  We can correct mistakes that were made long ago, and abandon injustices that have been built into our society over hundreds of years.

This is a time of great hope, and it is that hope that shapes my work here.

I was raised to question assumptions, to feel anger when presented with injustice.

I was also raised Catholic, but I never really fit there, I never saw the same church as everyone else.

This is the church, this is christianity, as I see it…,

Creevelea Sanctuary

A thing both beautiful and deeply flawed.

The edifice was once mighty and graceful, if a bit austere, but is now crumbling into the ivy, and all the more lovely in its decay and humility.

The specific chapel, pictured here is part of Creevelea Abbey, in County Leitrim, Ireland.  It was built by my ancestors and their graves are set into the floor, very near to that sweeping, vaulted window.  I have visited many churches in Ireland, and when I walked in that space, nearly a decade ago, I felt the deepest reverence for the history in those walls, and in my connection to it.

That connection, to the faith and traditions of my ancestors is part of what makes me who I am.  But that church is only part of the story.  The ceiling is gone, the stones are weathered with age, and the forest is calling.  The path which I walk in reverence, urges me in other directions, along some trails so old they were nearly forgotten when the first stones of Creevelea were set in place, and others so new that no one can know where they will lead.

I may question, or criticize, or thunder in anger.  But I cannot hate, lest I despise myself.

That is not what I was raised to believe.

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9 responses to “Raised to Believe

  1. Deflection… typical argument used by someone trying to derail the discussion off of what it was originally about. Straw man tactics. Yawn * sounds like a typical Christian argument to me. Let’s get worked up about ebola prior to a campaign, after we get elected ebola-who? Junk in – Junk out.

    • In this case there were genuine hurt feelings. I’m trying to draw the distinction between being critical of a faith tradition and my respect for those who choose to follow it, the two things are not, I think, in contradiction. If anything, my approach is a very Christian one (love the sinner, hate the sin).

      • I was actually thinking of this today, because several people I follow are too extreme about attacking Christians (and you do not fall into that camp). It’s because of the frustration of having Christian beliefs forced down our throats in politics. Stay away from politics, my school’s science education and my female body, and Christians can do whatever the hell they want. But since they just can’t allow Caesar to have what is Caesars, I guess Christians and I will continue to disagree.

  2. Christians can stop stealing too….
    https://www.facebook.com/pages/Bring-back-Manannan-Mac-Lir-the-Sea-God/630114243759074

    Just a suggestion since your God doesn’t like it.

  3. thelettuceman

    I think it is probable that this individual was reading a certain subtext in to your writing that wasn’t and hasn’t been there. Either that, or is one of those people who cannot take critical arguments without viewing them as an attack and misinterprets anger as hatred.

    From what I have seen of your writings when they crop up in my reader I haven’t noticed any kind of alleged hate. If there had been, I wouldn’t be a follower. Too much to do to waste time hating something. Energies best spent elsewhere.

    Continue what you’re doing. Either they will see that they’re wrong, or they won’t.

  4. I don’t see any hate in your postings. Never questioning what you were raised to believe is not a virtue. I have noticed that particularly people from dominant groups who are not used to being criticized, tend to claim persecution and hate just for being confronted with difficult truths that their group or religion might not be as perfect as they thought. While minorities/non-dominant groups sometimes “cry wolf”, I think in general they/we are more prone to picking their/our battles. There are also a lot of nice and seemingly open-minded people that don’t have as much empathy as they think they do.

  5. We have a lot in common here. I have taken a path of spirituality without labels and this freedom has allowed to me to talk to others of various walks of faith without judgement….something I was incapable of in a large part of my past – Lutheran, Catholic, Episcopalian, Presbyterian, Unitarian, Baptist, Wiccan….finally to Pagan….then to “no label. When I carried a label, some I was raised with, I couldn’t see the forest beyond the tree.

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